"First there was the burgemeesters' convention," groaned a fat mayor, "then the Queen's birthday; on Saturday the abdication and then the inauguration. I don't know when I'll ever be able to get out of my morning coat."
It was an amiable protest, for, like nearly every other Hollander, the mayor of Katwijk was in high holiday mood. For seven days last week, stolid shopkeepers and sturdy burghers from Friesland to Limburg, from Gelderland to the sea put by their staid reserve to celebrate a golden jubilee and say farewell to a Queen and...
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