Certainly no little town is so good to approach--with the friendliness of its red roofs before one all the way, the unearthly hugeness of its church and the magic of its stadhuis tower against the blue.
The church, which is visible from all parts of the island, is immense, in itself an indication of what a city Veere must have been.

It rises like a mammoth from the flat.

Only the east end is now used for services; the vast remainder, white and naked, is given up to bats and the handful of workmen that the slender restoration funds make it possible to employ.

For there is some idea of Veere's church being one day again in perfect repair; but that day will not be in our time.

The ravages of the sea only emptied it: the sea does not desecrate.