We woke up on day two, intending to wander around, grab lunch and then spend the rest of the day in the park. However, our host suggested a book market only open on Fridays. Within minutes of the suggestion, we were out the door, armed with raincoats, a patchy mental map and a deep determination to find at least of the books any self respecting Literature student should own.

When we arrived at the Spui book market, we were faced with dozens of stalls, each selling different genres and languages of books. We had no trouble finding stalls selling English books, and the deadly combination of old classics and low prices made it almost impossible to settle for just one or two.

Realizing that realistically, it would be unlikely for us to fit any more books in our luggage on the return journey, this time we left empty handed, but with a few ideas for dinner that night.

A near perfect day spent wandering through heaps of books was rounded out in the apartment's hammock with a cup of tea, stroopwaffle and a little blue book, new to me, but clearly read (and loved) many times before.