
This museum is about a rabbit drawn in four lines, and those lines took months of work.
Dick Bruna worked in this city and drew his books here. The idea that simplicity comes quickly does not apply to him. For a book of twelve illustrations he sometimes made hundreds of sketches over four months, until nothing more could be taken away.
That restriction was the point. A fixed size, a handful of colours, thick black lines, and a face that always looks straight at you. A child who cannot read yet understands it immediately.
Eighty-five million copies have now been sold, in dozens of languages.
The museum across the street was built specifically for young children, with everything at their height.
This is where the walk ends. You have passed a convent that became a museum, a hospice that stayed open for six centuries, a bastion that turned to look at the sun, and a dog who was simply there.
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