The Hague carries itself like a diplomat-stately, composed, a seat of government that somehow also has a beach.
Ministries and international courts line dignified avenues, and the small Mauritshuis holds Vermeer's Girl with a Pearl Earring like a single jewel. Then the tramline runs out to Scheveningen, where the North Sea crashes against a long pier and the mood turns to deckchairs and fried fish.
It's quieter and more buttoned-up than the rest of the Randstad, a city that does serious business in the morning and walks the dunes at dusk.
Order kibbeling from a seafront stall and watch the grey sea do its work.
Round trip from Prague, any dates in October 2026.