There is something about De Doorns, filled with hope, laced with desperation... it must be the reality that there seems to be nothing happening - something for lunch was a search amongst very little to find.  It was tasty, but desperate.  A clear hot late summer Sunday, maybe that's why the whole town looked tired. 

Driving into De Doorns we passed endless lines of washing hung over fences. The textile kaleidoscope of clothes, drying in the sun, hid th...