Inside...Sailors' den

IJmuiden... this place returns like a boomerang.
Deserted streets, north wind coming straight into your face, trying to warm your cold hands clenching them vigorously. And then you come across a lonely pub, in the middle of empty streets, but just on the corner, with the door wide open, inviting you to take a large beer.
And there is a man with a Victorian hat looking at the entrance to the harbour outside the window...