One day, my coworkers and I decided to go here (see arrow). I didn’t think it was possible, but if you don’t ask, you never know.
It was a cloudy day (biiig surprise, Den Haag…), so we almost postponed the excursion. A couple were determined to press on despite the weather, so off we went.
Okay, no, kidding, we did not have to climb that creepy looking yellow fire escape ladder. But this is somewhat unimpressive attic that would make an excellent loft apartment.
Yes, many Dutch men are quite tall, and this one is legitimately tall even for a Dutchman, but this was also an exceptionally tiny door.
Okay, I could’ve kept taking pictures, but they all would look just like this. So just use your imagination and envision going up about 5 to 10 flights of these. And then…
Twice a week (Tuesday & Thursday) for 30 minutes to an hour, some guy climbs all the way to almost-the-top of the bell tower to play the bells! According to this citation, the carilloneur is Loek W. Boogert. The wooden stairs do not inspire too much confidence, but on the way down, I just stared straight ahead without looking at the drop to the side. There were lots of indications at the top where people had signed their names, and unfortunately, we didn’t get to add ours to the bunch. There were some signed way back in the 1930s and earlier. Maybe before I leave, we’ll take another venture to the top and leave our mark on history!