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We walked along Buitenkant and there by the sand works at the Oosterspoor , I can' tell you how beautiful it was there in the twilight. Rembrandt, Michel, and others have painted it, the ground dark, the sky still lit by the glow of the sun, already gone down, the row of houses and towers standing out above, the lights in the windows everywhere, everything reflected in the water. And the people and carriages like small black figures everywhere. Like one sometimes sees in a Rembrandt. And it put us in such a mood that we began talking about all sorts of things. (en) |
