In my head, ‘Oh oh The Hague’ and its dunes are pretty much on repeat. I moved in. This week I moved into our new flat, just eight (!) minutes' walk from Scheveningen beach. I timed this carefully, of course, yes. On Wednesday, I walked off the plane from Greece and landed with my nose right among the conviviality at Scheveningen's inner harbour. I could write here that I ended up with my nose among the piles of dirty laundry, but I was quite quickly distracted by the wide choice of catering establishments. So I live in a life-threatening place and I love it. Best of all, I have a whole new place to explore. So here's a call to íveryone who is a pro in the Scheveningen area, please give me tips. From the local caterer to the finest fishmonger to the best flexi workplace, I want to know everything. Slide in my DM. And boy oh boy, am I suddenly living around the corner from our dear Lil (and Enzo!!!) after all. If that doesn't turn into coffee on the beach, I don't know what will.