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Beachclub Peanuts falls in the latter category. Its design is very old school Dutch beach club: a square tent with a slanting roof, made of weathered wood and surrounded by a terrace. There's little to distinguish its interior except from the rather harshly coloured black and red furniture and a lost bonzai tree (alongside the olive trees that are very common among the beach clubs in Scheveningen - it's either olive trees or palm trees and I always wonder where they keep those during the winter months when the beach clubs are stored). Country and seventies folk is playing on the dated sound system.
Except from two middle aged women having breakfast outside, we're the only visitors today. It's Saturday - the second week in a row that we need to shift our weekly brunch because I am engaged otherwise on Monday, and I promise myself not to make a habit out of this. However, the quietness of the place and the grey, rainy weather give this morning a very Monday-ish feeling. We've cycled here, because after our brunch we're headed for Leiden where we're meeting an old friend of mine and plan to visit the National Museum of Ethnology there. We're a bit later than we've been the last few weeks, because Rihanna Gaga was busy playing at home, and was hesitant to leave: the clock is already approaching eleven when we enter Peanuts.
A very jovial, smooth talking waiter welcomes us and takes our order. We take the deluxe breakfast (€12,50) and an apple juice for Rihanna Gaga. We settle at the table. Rihanna Gaga starts drawing right away and makes a nice picture of me. She's getting very good at this: eyes, ears, hair, legs and arms are all clearly distinguishable now and she's also obviously planning her picture before drawing each following part. We chat a little bit about all the things we're going to do today. "Are there going to be toys at the museum?" she asks me. I admit I don't know. She looks disdainful. Yesterday she went to a great children's museum with her mum and now she clearly feels that museums without toys to play with aren't really worth her time.
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After breakfast, we need to go to the toilet. Rihanna Gaga finds the fact that the toilet is outside of the main building hilarious. "A toilet outside!" she cries, and giggles hysterically. To her, it's a very funny joke and I laugh along. Then I pay, tipping the waiter for his friendly mood, and we're on our way to Leiden.
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