Once, the Wilhelminaplein was no less than hell for all who had to pass their driving test in ‘s-Hertogenbosch. The roundabouts gave way to motorways, refuges rose like volcanoes from the asphalt, cyclists would wait for weeks to cross the street. But now there’s an owl. This beacon of tranquillity whispers reassuringly as we drive past. The roads have been redirected and are actually recognisable as through-ways, once you enter you can rest assured you will come out in one piece, and ever since the ever cheerful cyclists of the city have been pedalling without a care.