Letty - terrible to read about your towering mountains of tissues. What wonders me is that I lost the cold I had fetched some days before in Germany in BuH and 'ull.
I've hastened through Hoog Catharijnen (same feelings about that like your's); coming back with a heavy bag and having learned what the sign "ah" means I saw that I could have bought my stuff there, too.
In Utrecht I looked through the museums after an old altar of my home church which is said to be now in Utrecht - found none. Maybe it is the Middle Rhineish one in the Catharijneconvent (permanent exhibition closed until 2006, but some good pictures in the web). I have to look it up now from the other end.
Thanks for your good advice; I should have asked you in BuH for a good chain of stores and I should have spared me a lot of searching. But I won't ever forget the funny scene in the library.
Can you give me the tune of the adjective song?
I assume you have to fly to Paris next time, if you don't prefer to swim to La Rochelle. I have proposed to some train travellers to meet at a certain time in Paris, take the same train (and do a little busking during the ride?)

Essex Girl - since you sang so nice we'll abstain to knot up the tunnel. Give my regards to the other fisherman, if it isn't too late - Six Bells!

Cheers
Wilfried