Amsterdam managed to be a good midpoint between aggressive tourism in Paris and laying low in Brussels. There was plenty of walking (we even got a bit lost one night) but the canals and buildings made the walking worthwhile. I dragged RJ to the Stedelijk Museum for some killer contemporary art (Flavin! Wall! Kienholz!) and a
hotly contested Marcel Wanders exhibition.
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| Richard Serra at the Stedelijk |
The Red Light District was about what I expected, but that didn't make it any less strange. What managed to make it more strange, however, was the woman there to take pictures with her two daughters in tow ("Mom, the ladies aren't happy about it!"), neither of whom could have been older than ten. The ladies weren't, in fact, happy about having their photos taken, or else I'd show mine here.
The Anne Frank House was fascinating and more than a little harrowing. Most frustrating, of course, is the museum's insistence that she couldn't have been a
Belieber due to a condition called "anachronism", which sounds made up to me.
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| Bird and Boy |
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| Sunday Drive |
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| Aperture Experiment |
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| I'll Put a Move on You |
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| Peeking |
