Yes, it was snowing when we arrived, but warmed up as the week went on. No, I didn't smoke any marijuana, and neither of us used a prostitute. OK? :)
Amazing city. So live and let live. Everyone rides bikes, as it's all flat and parking is very expensive. It's all cafes and museums and no one rushing anywhere particularly quickly (except on bikes, so I suspect most tragedies happen in the bike lanes).
We saw a the New York Philharmonic play, starring concert pianist Lang Lang (Chris was hoping it would be a panda). We got addicted to mint tea, made there with hot water and lots of
mint leaves stuffed in it. We hung out at cafes where no one ever kicks you out. And we saw museums. Tons of museums. Anne Frank House, Rijkmuseum, Van Gogh museum, the Museum of Bags and Purses, and Kattenkabinet, which is devoted to artwork featuring cats. We got a 48 hour pass and managed to see 11 museums within that. I got very tired of Rembrandts, Rubens, and Van Gogh (particularly since were in the Van Gogh room at our hotel), but they were all amazing anyway. OK,
mostly my feet got tired. Miles and miles of walking.
I found a little shop with a style called "Freaky Chic" owned by an Israeli women who designed everything in it. I spent too much there, but finally managed to buy the tartan trousers I'v
e been craving for decades. And they are doozies!
Pretty much everyone speaks English. And they know the English. On the Thursday, the Dutch soccer team was playing Manchester United, and so the Man U fans all flew into town. You never saw so many police and armoured cars. Tables thrown, fights, and 91 arrests. The En
glish really know how to export the best parts of their culture. ;)
Anyway, highly recommend it. Check out the pictures of the town and of the cats in the town (of which there were many). It's my kind of town.
