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The green man fires up his pipe with a magnifying glass.
Guy

"It's Sunday, parking is free.
One week parking is almost as expensive
as the current value."

Surplus office stuff since the upcoming mobility.

Another spray won't be the solution.

"I shoot my photos blind, so I get the ultimate intuition."

She has to make a choice.

Today hot dogs instead of pancakes.

Comfy boots have never been out.

Last minute plans for a jolly nice kids eating.

Sunday.
"No, no, turn around!"
That's how it must have happened, for the elderly ladies
who didn't use a TomTom.
Guy

The world's fastest Indian. Seen the mighty nice movie - with Anthony Hopkins - on Saturday night, of Burt Munro reaching the speed record in 1967 for streamlined motorcycles, on his Indian from 1920, doing more than 200 miles per hour, a record that still stands today, seen it? So fantastic! Sweet dreams!

http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi1643512089/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcFX5HbN2SI

"No, we're not going to swim."
Bart

"Were not going to swim are we?"
Bart

Giant propellers to provide some wind.
Bart

Past the lazy village.
Bart

Het Kolkje on this summer day.
Guy

"It sure is hot downtown."

"See grampa, like this."

"By to-nite I'll have found a place for my bed, you bet."

"Now we have extra space to collect new garbage."

Almost half a century old.

Statistically a tricky crossing.

Saturday.
"That would mean going back to the beginning."

Bart shot the Silodam on the IJ.

Another Voisin, a Biscuter.
A wonderful model is for sale at
Atelier Van Doren.

Is this a Landrover or the Spanish lookalike?

Old sound in Rue d'Utrecht.
Guy

Fine appartment on the water.
Guy

"Where's here?"
asks Sam Tetson.

Sam Tetson with his likeable Felicity Edora currently are doin Ams.

"It'll be raining in the afternoon."

Friday.
Still sunny.

Bart was out in the night to shoot the "Stenen Hoofd".

Fiat 600, from around 1964.

Fashion runs in the family.

"Oh someone's in my way."

Will it be Summer this afternoon?

Not interested in slimming.

Long sleeves and straight handlebars.

Thursday.
Boots for the coming Fall.

As in Florida, at the New Jersey beach and around Montego Bay.

The beach, and tiny ships at anchor.

"The beach, and tiny ships at anchor."

An explosion in the car that was in the news.
Guy

Norton from way back.
Guy

Rumor has it that it's been won by a game of Russian roulette.
Guy

No rubbish to speak of.

Rules don't count yet.

Not been used for some time.

No cookies, no beer.

The real corner stones of society.

Preparing for next Whitsun.

Training in camouflage.

Dogcart with no dog.

Still that holiday feeling.

The kids didn't yet go to school.

The Ferrari didn't come to life.

Kamman the renowned fruit specialist.

Wednesday.
The day began as in Under Milkwood.
Shops and their keepers awoke again in time.

"We shot ourselves."
Guy

Photographer with floating laptop.
Guy

Miniature speed limited repair service for doll's houses.

Dad's on his way to work.

Tuesday.
Tilly on her way to see Sophie.

Those who've become tired may take the pedal taxi.
Not she.
Guy

"I even dunno the guy."
Guy

"It's been fixed."
Guy

"I can fix it, sure."
Guy

Potentionally a record run.

Not more than a few seconds,.

"No we can't stop here, go on!"

"That's not per day, but per hour!"

"We forgot our hats!"

Monday.
Flower power.