Have a guess what this is supposed to be.
I’ll give you a clue. It is NOT the result of the shameful mating of a washing machine and a skipping rope, as I originally thought.
I’ll put you out of your misery. This is a contemporary take on ‘The Garden of Delights’. Yes, I do mean
Paradise. Heaven. The Good Place.
Are you slapping your head now saying ‘Of course, why didn’t I see that?’
I'll elaborate. This is a contemporary take on the fountain in Jheronymus Bosch’ painting The Garden of Delights (painted circa 1502).
I don't know about you, but if I were to die (at age 127, in full use of my faculties, still drop-dead gorgeous, after a rump in the hay with my 5th husband), I would expect, as a moderately good person, to end up in Heaven (if there is such a place - oops, my chances have just gotten slimmer). Now if I were to end up in THIS place, I would strongly suspect to have taken the wrong exit.
The reason for the city council plonking this thing in front of the Sint Jacobskerk (St. James’s Church) is that the building now houses the Jheronimus Bosch Art Centre. Jheronimus Bosch (also known as Hieronymus Bosch or Jeroen Bosch) being the city of Den Bosch' most famous son.*
I'll admit it, I'm fascinated by the thing. It's so monstrously quirky that it's actually quite fun. The contrast with the austerity of the church building couldn't be bigger. And if it isn't fantastical enough as it is, the fountain can also produce steam instead of just gushing water. Isn't it just the most absurd thing?
Plenty of people I know use other adjectives when describing it though.
* This doesn't mean that the majority of the town folk has even the slightest idea who he was. I could so join that programme Grumpy Old Women.
Photo of hideously cute fountain taken with iPhone, photo of painting nicked from Wikipedia.