The train from Rotterdam-Amsterdam passes right through Delft, among other towns, so we thought it was a perfect opportunity to jump off and explore a bit. Delft is famous for being the birthplace of Vermeer, and for the eponymous blue-and-white painted pottery that’s so typically Dutch.
It was a good plan. Unfortunately the weather disagreed, and sent buckets of rain along with umbrella-inverting wind. We ate lunch, saw some cute shops, visited a city museum where William of Orange was murdered, and stood in the wet, windy square, then gave up and got back on the train.
The city is full of Delftware shops, and a factory (which was closed), selling the famous porcelain. A lot of them are tacky souvenir shops with mass-produced wares, but many are real antique stores, charging real euros for each piece. These things are an investment! You could spend a whole week researching the history of Delftware, and what makes it antique/real, and how much it’s worth. I haven’t, so all I can say is, it’s pretty. And expensive. And I’m kind of lusting after some of it.
The obvious and easiest thing to get is a Delft tile. Dutch kitchens used to be covered in these, all hand-painted with different scenes, dating from the 1600s. I’m in love with these, but I’m trying to be smart. What would I do with it? Would it survive traveling without breaking? Would I need a set to really make it worthwhile? Such hard questions! In the meantime, I took some pictures I can admire.
When the weather is kinder I’m hoping we can head back to Delft and enjoy it a bit more. Soak up some sunshine instead of rain. Maybe by then I will have come to a decision on the tiles…