The Hague Is So Much More Than a Destination for War Criminals
This is the latest installment of It's Still a Big World, our twice-a-month series on underrated destinations.
The wind was clocking in at around 20 miles per hour, so the bungee tower at the end of the pier was closed. It was a Tuesday in August in Scheveningen, a seaside district of the Hague, and the North Sea waves were so unruly that even the surfers had called it quits. I probably should have felt relief over this (my mother certainly did when I told her), but the self-imposed risk of jumping off a 200-foot tower seemed like a welcome reprieve from 18 months of pandemic-inspired fear.
Plus, I liked the idea of doing something exotic in the Hague, the third-largest city in the Netherlands, known largely for its powerful judicial institutions—the International Criminal Court and the U.N.’s International Court of Justice. It’s also still home to Parliament and the Dutch royal family, although, thanks to the whims of various counts, princes, kings, and politicians, as well as a couple of occupations and the Eighty Years’ War, Amsterdam became the official capital city in 1983.