When the sun comes up, the tops come down. It was exactly that kind of a day.
It was a gorgeous Sunday and out of the blue we decided to take a short road trip to Doorn to see the last emperor. It was one of those progressively rare days when people who owned convertibles could do that one thing to make them stand out. Considering this can only be done at best two months of each year (and in the case of this year, much less), owning such a car is certainly optimistic thinking. It’s no longer for me since I don’t want to get any more sun than I normally do (plus I already have enough wrinkles), but I have to say it looks like fun though.