An epic journey through time

Today we went to Urk, a small fishing-village not far from here. It's famous for its fish (duh) and its folkloric costumes. Since the tourist season hadn't properly started yet, nobody had bothered to don their costumes, but in summer you see quite a few people dressed like this (I kid you not):

Walking through the village I got the strange feeling I'd somehow gone back in time. The dialect, the old houses, the people going about their fishing business. Sure, there were mobile phones, cars and a *very* modern pricing policy in the restaurant we went for lunch. (Needless to say we had lunch in the tiny fish shop where the locals went, which is usually a good sign.)

But the cars we saw must have belonged to the tourists, since local cars must look like this for the signs in the village to make sense.

The clock tower confirmed the existence of a time warp, so it wasn't me going (more) crazy: