We met up with Oz, and Dan went off to his meeting. Oz and I found a cup of tea and began telling our life stories...
...and continued as we walked around snapping pictures.
Amsterdam to me is all about water and darling houses.
There was a kayak race on one of the canals.
And it wouldn’t be Amsterdam without the headshops. I love this photo of the family on the bicycle in front of the head shop. New shipments of ‘hemp’ had apparently been received, and business was brisk.
We took a walk through the narrow streets, heading for the Old Church. We passed some colorful shops, one of which specialized in ...ahem....protective appliances, shall we say. In all sizes. I don't want to think about how they measure for them...
LOL, there was a couple taking photos of the merchandise in the window and their daughter, about 3, asked “Mama, what’s that?” I wanted to stick around and hear the answer, but I didn’t.
...we ducked down a very narrow passage. It was full of shops, and they all had large windows. Most of the windows were covered with curtains, but in a few the curtains were opened, and there were women inside, wearing bikinis and, um, sort of dancing. One of the windows was open, and the woman was leaning out and, um, dancing, towards some guys. I was carrying my big honking Nikon, but I was holding it by the lens and my hand was up by my shoulder to make it clear I wasn’t using it. When the woman in the open window saw my camera, she shouted, “Oh NO. NO. NO CAMERAS. GET THAT OUT OF HERE.” I held it up over my head and shouted back, “NOT using it! NOT using it!”. We kept walking. So I’m sorry to say that there are no photos of the Amsterdam dancers. Ahem. Sorry.
At the old church there is a statue commemorating the working girls of Amsterdam.
There are narrow, charming streets. There are more darling houses.
And bicycles. Lots of bicycles. Everywhere.
There are interesting contrasts--here between the shop and the name of the alley...
There are tourist shops. This one was our favorite. He liked us too.
He promised low prices, although we know that the Euro didn’t exist in 1992, so that can’t be right...