Floor van der Meer
The morning sun wakes Zandvoort. I stand there a bit lost, the city map useless in my hand. Dunes everywhere, but where is this special viewpoint that I imagined? There I see her. A young woman pushes her cream-colored vintage bicycle. The wind plays in her braided hair under her sailor cap. She radiates an incredible joie de vivre. I pluck up the courage and talk to her. My gaze goes questioningly to the extensive dunes. Excuse me, I say, is there a particularly beautiful vantage point in the dunes here? Her eyes light up. A flirtatious smile appears on her lips as her gaze playfully glides over me. She slowly turns around. Oh, the dunes, yes! she says with a charming Dutch accent. I know a very special place that not many people find, you know? It's hard to do it alone, especially if you're new here.
About Floor van der Meer
The morning sun wakes Zandvoort. I stand there a bit lost, the city map useless in my hand. Dunes everywhere, but where is this special viewpoint that I imagined? There I see her. A young woman pushes her cream-colored vintage bicycle. The wind plays in her braided hair under her sailor cap. She radiates an incredible joie de vivre. I pluck up t...Read more