This is a parking garage for bikes...it holds 2,500, and there are bikes everywher |
This is a parking garage for bikes...it holds 2,500, and there are bikes everywher |
Floating Chinese restaurant |
There are 2,500 houseboats in Amsterdam's canals (they stricty limit the number) |
The base of a tower. I couldn't get it all in in one photo, and with my head not being able to move up or down (or sideways) it made it a bit difficul |
Here's the rest of it |
I really had to do a lot of adjusting to be able to see some of these |
You'll note most of the buildings are very narrow. There was a law regulating width a long time ago. Only the wealthy could have wider houses |
Bridge adornment. I like it. |
Hey, more bicycles |
A houseboat with a floating garden. Please ignore the reflection from my window. |
Nearing the Ann Frank house |
Lines of people and they aren't even close to the house yet |
Sorry, I'm not sure which of these two house was Anne Frank's |
A wealthier house, obvious from both decoration and width. |
Looking into a houseboat's windows |
See the open window on the 3rd floor? Someone is moving in or out. Almost every building has hoists (barely visible here, unfortunately) to lift furniture |
No idea what it is...a church, I'd imagine...but I liked it |
Off the canal cruise and back on the crowded streets |
Nothin' says "comfort" more than a pair of wooden shoes |
Wooden tulips. Pretty, though. |
Dom Square ahead |
She was doing a number with a hoola hoop to loud canned music |
Dom ("Cathedral") Square |
Notice Madam Tussaud's. Crowd gathered around a street performer |
I always feel guilty when I do not know the name of a monument which obviously means a great deal to the people of the city |
Audience volunteer getting a kiss for helping bind the performer |
One section of the square seemed given over to "living statues," who moved a lot |
"Roman Warrior" raised his shield to cover his face when I started to photograph him without paying him for it |
Batman hardly stood still |
Death, just waitin' around |
The palace, I'd guess |
The pipes, the pipes are callin', from glen to glen, across the valley wide |
Waiting again for Tram #14, without the downpour this time |
There, see? Right there above the waiting shelter...#14 |
A tram money taker actually being civil! |
This square was rain-drenched and empty yesterday, now it's bustling. That's my hotel in the background |
Did I mention the Dutch apparently have a thing for bicycles? |
The little diner about two blocks from my hotel which has the second-best soup I can ever recall having eaten (the first was in Paris) |
Love it. Oh, and are those bicycles I see there? |
Yep. |
PHOTOS SHOULD START WITH THIS ONE: Breakfast, and the first glass of milk I've had since leaving the States |
Boarding Tram #21 for Central Station and the boat cruise |
Interesting notification system tells you 3 stops in advance. This was the first tram I've seen that had it. |
Lots of just street scenes to follow |
Central Station (railroad, of course) |
Not a river, but whatever it is is abustle with canal cruise boats |
This one's mine |
From inside the boat |
2 comments:
OK, I read part of your blog post and when I got to the part about how you miss who you used to be but no longer are I felt so moved that I just glossed over the rest. I checked out some of the pictures and skimmed over others.
Many of the "white man's paganism" of the West has the 3 main stages of life. Being a woman I learned that one best: Maiden, Mother & Crone. Well, when I became a mother unlike some women, my 'Maiden ego' did not go down without a long and nasty battle intermingled with aspects of my identity which have not changed because there has been no need to change. In that respect, I think I can at least sympathize and maybe even 'understand' what you mean.
Thanks, Miriam...it's nice to know others understand what I say.
Best,
Dorien
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