In the Port of Amsterdam where all the sailors meet
The port of Amsterdam has seen some changes since I heard David Bowie sing Jacques Brel's song.
Though the areas we have avoided may still have the level of sleaze the song refers to.
It has the most impressive airport and train and tram link we have seen.
For a city that supposedly rains up to 300 days a year it's doing a great turn for our visit. It was a sunny evening on our arrival, yesterday a bit of drizzle and today the occasional sunshine.
We did a canal trip to see the Van Gogh Museum. Saw the museum and with poor timing missed the last canal boat back.
The museum is impressive showing his development by displaying his work in chronological order. To die so young (including his brother) with such despair is tragic. The paintings in life have so much more vitality than reproductions/photo's.
Did the Amsterdam thing and rode bikes, so easy, so flat (a lot of bikes don't have gears), so well defined.
The number of bikes is staggering and so few cars. Everyone on upright bikes, no helmets, no lycra.
Then to the Anne Frank house. Another exhibitions really well put together. Another tragedy, so hard to comprehend. Max asking a lot of questions, Grace in tears.
The numbers of people visiting the house is astonishing. The waiting time in the queue is an hour. The queue is the same length all day.
A city built on sticks (as is Venice). The timber poles (now concrete) are sunk 45 feet into the mud and the houses built on them. The number of odd angles and skew if windows makes me think I (who can't draw straight lines could be an architect here.
Though the areas we have avoided may still have the level of sleaze the song refers to.
It has the most impressive airport and train and tram link we have seen.
For a city that supposedly rains up to 300 days a year it's doing a great turn for our visit. It was a sunny evening on our arrival, yesterday a bit of drizzle and today the occasional sunshine.
We did a canal trip to see the Van Gogh Museum. Saw the museum and with poor timing missed the last canal boat back.
The museum is impressive showing his development by displaying his work in chronological order. To die so young (including his brother) with such despair is tragic. The paintings in life have so much more vitality than reproductions/photo's.
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| Bikes and water |
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| Max paying full attention to the views |
Then to the Anne Frank house. Another exhibitions really well put together. Another tragedy, so hard to comprehend. Max asking a lot of questions, Grace in tears.
The numbers of people visiting the house is astonishing. The waiting time in the queue is an hour. The queue is the same length all day.
A city built on sticks (as is Venice). The timber poles (now concrete) are sunk 45 feet into the mud and the houses built on them. The number of odd angles and skew if windows makes me think I (who can't draw straight lines could be an architect here.
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| Any excuse to have a rest |
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