Coming back I passed the little church from Hornhuizen.
The typical yellow clocktower....
It is a very old church, firstly built in the Middle Ages.
Old tiles at the entrance...
Seeing these kind of floors I always have to think off all people who walked over it.
All those years...all those steps..
The noise from wooden clogs and the sound of clicking heels.
Rich farmer and the poor worker walking behind eachother.
Weddings and Funerals...Happiness and Grief..and the usual Sunday service.
There was an old wooden panel painted in a beautiful green colour.
When I looked up I saw the big wooden chandelier made by Studio Job.
I am not a big fan of their work, but this contrast between the old and the new was simply beautiful.