Rijksmuseum exterior |
My favorite painting in the Rijksmuseum |
After being
clued in to the transit realities (she can be taught!), I hopped back on the
#10 tram to Fredericksplein and walked a few blocks south to the Albert de Cuyp
street market. Right away, I scored a universal adaptor for 5 euro that works
here with the fat Dutch plugs. It was fun to walk around and check things out.
The shoes were plastic--fake suede, horrible--and the scarves, clothing and
material were all of the cheapest polyester. Netherland is not a fashion
capital, that's for sure. Had my third herring sandwich, bones and all--I think
I'm done with herring for a while. The fish at the marketstall was bright-eyed
and firm-fleshed, and the produce looked strong and healthy too--a good place
to cook your own.
Fish stall, de Cuyp market |
I took the
tram to Weesperplein and caught the Metro to Waterlooplein. I don't know what
it is about this place, but I always get turned around. A couple of German
tourists helped me out with their map and got me going in the right direction.
I finaly found the bloody Rembrandthuis. I was shocked to see that I had walked
right past it the day before without even noticing. It’s right down the street
from the dreadful Argentenian restaurant with the privy soup-water. I did the
short tour; my feet were killing me after days of abuse. Rembrandt evidently
bought high, and the place bankrupted him; his financial woes were partly
brought on by a mistress miffed that their years-long domestic arrangement
didn't end in marriage. Serves him right, the old lech--he traded her in for a
younger model. The most interesting part of the house was his collection room,
filled with statuary and various specimens, reproduced exactly from the records
used when the house was auctioned off.
Rembrandt looks somewhat confused in this early self-portrait |
Made my way
back to the metro courtesy of a very strong cup of coffee, and spent the trip
back talking to four young, adorable christian evangelists. They did ask me if
I knew god, and I told them we had met many times.
There was a
market going on outside A’damsepoort, the shopping area next to the
Hostelle--smaller scale, same junk, and a lot of paler faces rushing back from
work and those silent office buildings. On the way back, I picked up a chicken
leg and roast veges for dinner (excellent value --less than 5 euro, and really
good quality) at the deli next to
Bakker Bart, where I picked up my morning sausage roll.
Tomorrow, I
prep for Naples. 70 degrees and raining. How am I going to do this?
Bike lanes and bike parking lots--you gotta love this! To see more of Amsterdam, go to the travel image page on my website: aboutjoannemiller.com |
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