No Dutch town is really complete without a vintage windmill:

Grietje and Henk did not know that there was to be a performance in the main square that night, so it was a delightful surprise to find this group in traditional clothing, singing Dutch folk songs:

Night falls quickly in the northern hemispheres, and as we watched the performance, street lights came on and the light faded.

This is one of my favourite pictures from the whole trip:

So .... that was Dokkum. Next post will have pictures and anecdotes from the countryside of Friesland province.