‘You interested in the Royal Wedding, Edwin?’ I asked my friend and occasional cycling partner.
‘Me neither. How about we ride to Leiden?’
‘Sounds good. My mother was born there,’ he said, ‘so I’m half Leidenaar.’
‘Rembrandt was born there too,’ I answered. I’ve been to his house in Amsterdam and the church where he married Saskia in Friesland. I’ve seen his paintings in the Rijksmuseum and the Westerkerk where he’s buried. Visiting his birthplace would complete the set. Continue reading