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Rina's new tenant, Micha, is a nice guy and really cute if "cute" can be used to describe
a young man going on seven feet tall, well, maybe only 6' 8". Damn, the Dutch are big, or
rather, tall, especially the young ones. Those my age tend to be a more reasonable size, like me.
Micha is a talented web designer, photographer, and cinematographer. Check out his
web site.
Rafaël arrives in the late morning, and we spend a delightful day together, mostly
hanging out at the Dam square watching the sightseers. In the evening
we stage my 2007 return to the
New King
with Rina. For an appetizer, we have the har gow,
shrimp bonnets, which frankly are nothing to rave about. Should have had the sesame
shrimp on toast, which has been excellent in the past. For main dishes, their sublime babi
pangang, very good sweet and sour chicken, and excellent snow peas. OK, they stumbled a bit
on the har gow this time, but it is a great joy to keep going back to a restaurant
that maintains the highest quality year after year. Long may it reign.
But back to speaking of how tall the modern Dutch are: When I arrived on this visit I
was struck by a
splendid illustration when I first sat on the new toilet in Rina's garage and felt
that somehow, something was wrong. Oh, of course. I'm accustomed to having my heels touching
the floor rather than perching there like a little kid.
Even their damn toilets are taller now.
And finally, some detail off the police station across the street:
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