Tuesday 21 October 2014

A visit to the Dick Bruna museum

Dick Bruna!  Miffy!   At long last a visit to the Miffy museum.  The official name is the Dick Bruna house, which is part of the Utrecht Museum.  And a perfect opportunity for a visit presented itself when I decided to take Raphy out for the day.

First of all, after long train delays, the reason unknown, Raphy and I finally arrived at Utrecht Central.  Time for some chips smothered in mayonnaise.  A very unhealthy lunch.  Raphy loves chips and ate them ever so slowly.  I thought we may never get to the museum.
We walked along the main street, and spend some time listening to the organ music.
A street view, with The Dom towering above the buildings.  The Dom was not leaning last Saturday.
The weather was glorious, and the cafes were full of people drinking coffee, or maybe something stronger, and enjoying the sunshine.  All faces were towards the sun, of course, so as to catch all the rays.
A great way to paint window frames.
And finally we arrived at the Dick Bruna house.  Miffy's name in the Netherlands is Nijntje by the way.  I also learnt that Dick Bruna was born in Utrecht, and still lives here.  So no wonder there was a Miffy museum here.   Makes sense.

Dick Bruna's father and grandfather were directors of the family publishers A.W Bruna and Son.

Raphy listening intently to one of the stories.
The exhibition at the top was about sports.  Raphy enjoyed climbing the steps rather than posing as a 'winner'.
Where is Raphy?  He was fascinated by the very large toy Miffy.
Raphy in the little Miffy house.
We decided to take a short cut back to Utrecht Central. But first we walked along a busy street.

We saw a sign to remind people to park their bikes in the correct places and not clutter up footpaths, or leave bikes permanently in the parking area.   A common problem in the Netherlands.
There is The Dom again, standing straight and tall.  Someone must have straightened the tower since I last took photographs.
We walked back to the train station through a lovely park beside a canal.  No doggy poo there either.
And back onto the train, and home to Houten.  A very happy little boy and a happy Oma.

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