Remco Dörr

Get ready to be whisked away to The Hague of yesteryear as we recount the delightful and humorous journey of our city's most cherished guide and ambassador. Join us as we explore his adventures and reminisce about the The Hague's charming past.

Imagine a little boy, born in the heart of The Hague. With the bustling Buitenhof as his playground and the elegant Passage where he first wobbled on two wheels, he was destined for a life of adventure. This boy was none other than Remco.

At just 6 years old, Remco would ride his little bike and make his rounds starting at the Buitenhof. His first stop was always next to the fitting doll dressed in Chanel, right outside the iconic Maison de Bonneterie. There, he’d chat away for a few minutes, likely giving fashion tips to the mannequin who, regrettably, could not respond.

He would continue his journey through the Passage, expertly navigating the crowd. As he emerged on the other side, he’d head straight to the Gevangenpoort museum. Here, he’d find the infamous 'pain-bench' that tourists came to gawk at. Ever the showman, Remco would lie down on it casually, demonstrating with flair how people would have been strapped in during medieval times, much to the amusement and horror of onlookers.

From a very young age, Remco knew everyone in the city center. On his birthday, he would pick up his own birthday cake at Krul, and on weekends, he would fetch the meat order at Dungelmans. His mother, preferring to avoid the old owner who fancied her, entrusted young Remco with the task. Ever the good boy, he’d pick up his mom’s shopping list and, much to his amusement, see the disappointed face of old Dungelman when he realized it was Remco and not his mother.

Remco and his mother often made their round on 'The Lange Voorhout'. They would eat oysters at 'Restaurant Saur' (nowadays known as WOX) and sip tea at the famous 'Hotel des Indes'. In the late afternoons, Remco's mother would join 'Tout de La Haye' at Restaurant House of Lords, while Remco awaited her and diligently did his homework at 'De Posthoorn'.

Fast forward a few years, and Remco, with his 'first-hand' knowledge of the city, began working at the Tourist Information (VVV), where he started doing Royal tours of the city. With a keen eye for detail, Remco would explain the various architectural styles of The Hague, such as Art Nouveau, enchanting visitors with his insights and stories.

Remco transformed into the city’s ultimate guide and ambassador. With a knack for turning even the driest historical fact into a knee-slapper and a style so sharp it could cut through a herring, Remco became the city-host we all adore.

For years, The Hague basked in the glory of his expertise. Remco’s talent for charming international clients made him our secret weapon. Dazzling diplomats with a joke and impressing tourists with tales that were just a bit taller than the Binnenhof.

But alas, all good things must come to an end. Our beloved Remco is off to spread his unique brand of magic in beautiful South Africa. While we’re thrilled for him, the streets of The Hague will surely feel a bit emptier without his fashionable flair and infectious humor.

Remco, thank you for the laughs, the lessons, and the unforgettable moments. We wish you the best of luck and a mountain of happiness on your new adventure.

With much love and many chuckles,

Simone, Robert, Anouk, Marloes, Arletta