Gouda pronounced…

it’s a guttural  “K”… ouda – from back of the throat. 

Another dull overcast day with spitting rain interspersed with periods of  dry but ominous scudding clouds. Not conducive to stopping or photography! 

Otherwise if sunny it would have been a totally enjoyable day of cycling ! We arrived damp and a little despondent, aggravated further by the late arrival of our luggage around 6:30 pm. 

And of course we all would recognise Gouda cheese? A few pics of the village square. 

the Gouda municipal council chambers!