Travel Thursday-Tulip Bulbtime

Windmills stand guard over rows of bulbs. Turning wooden wings flying with the ocean breeze.

Festivals dedicated to flowers and beauty of the once Golden Age rarity. A mania of noblity, like other manias to have what those below you can not possess. Fortunes lost on single bulbs for no reason other than vanity.

Cyclists peddle by bright fields lining the coast and canals alike. One peddle per hundreds of petals. Enough beauty for every soul to enjoy the view.

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