Quiet, unobtrusive and beautiful as well. Amsterdam trams.
The cat that cleaned itself while we ate our pancakes at breakfast the first morning.
All five of Amsterdam's gables are seen here: pointed, flat (also Italian) , neck, bell and step gables.
Colin's preferred mode of delivery vehicle, he said.
At Nieuwmarkt, Saturday.
At Niewumarkt, Saturday.
We thought we could definitely live here... At Niewumarkt, Saturday.
Almost everything we ate was cheese.
Flowers at Nieuwmarkt.
Bicycles were everywhere. Everyone had one. 700,000 bicycles in Amsterdam.
The weather wasn't perfect, but it didn't rain except for at night. That is the sort of weather a city has when it is courting you...
Bulbs of every kind at the floating Bloemenmarkt.
Wearing wooden shoes, actually broken in!
The shutters...
The Dutch speak better English than the British. And they are more polite.
Notice the "dancing" buildings. Amsterdam in built on land reclaimed from the sea. Every house is sunk on pillars.
The trams run right through the city streets, along with buses, cars, pedestrians, bicycles. But there are very few cars.
All the streets are paved with brick and of course there are bikes lanes everywhere.
Amsterdam is a city of cafes, restaurants, bars, coffeeshops and other friendly places to gather.
Rijksmuseum, the National Museum.
I'm in a shoe!
The Church of St. Nicholas, next to our hotel and across from the Station Centraal. Five minute walk from Red Light District.
We happened to run into Richard and Carol, friends from London. Richard gave Colin tips on where to go the next day.
Dinner at Cafe Bern in Nieuwmarkt ... with fondue to dream about.
Fondue at Cafe Bern ... Carol and Richard had to two nights in a row.
Poffertjes for breakfast on Sunday... The Dutch have very nice hours: late breakfast, early dinner.
Royal Palace in Dam Square.
The Amsterdam trams.
A "hen weekend" wraps up.
Gorilla eyes hens.
A side street as we head into the Jordaan for a lovely Sunday walk.
There were many great shops in the Jordaan, including one that sold over 200 kinds of licorice...
A view of the Westkierke (WestChurch... in scaffold) and some other building. Anne Frank's house was a few doors down from the church. She listened to the bells from her hiding place until they were melted down for the war effort.
Colin stops to get his (our) bearings. Notice the leaning/dancing building.
Our dream Amsterdam home.
A boat on the canal. For as much water as there was everywhere, there didn't seem to be very many boats moving around on it. Most were parked.
An example of the old bridge signs. Over 2400 bridges in Amsterdam, not all of them named.
A view of Dad and daughter.
One of the many beautiful,luxury floating homes. Across from the Anne Frank house.
The Dutch have all sorts of modes of transport.
We were walking and I looked up... This was in the tree above us.
There were an awful lot of guard cats in Amsterdam. This one doing a REALLY good job.
The Drugstore in Jordaan (near Noordermarkt) where I would shop, just because...
I don't speak Dutch, but I think this is funny.
Even if you own a drug store, you don't have to give up your artist's life.
Even I get this one.
? Perhaps Suzanne will enlighten me?
Puss pass?
One hard-up dog, will bark for food.
The lovely shutters.
A Dutch minivan.. two "car" seats and ample room for storage too.
Space cake...
Street life...
Everyone was out on Sunday, shopping and spending time with their families.
Art market in Spui.
Yummy "patate" or frites served with mayo from tiny place called Vleminckx on Vooetboogstraat off Spui.
Near the University.
The most amazing piece of equipment: the cargobike or "Bakfiet" designed in many styles for kids up to age 6.
She's pedalling in a skirt and heels.
Rijsttafel, or Rice Table, an Indonesian style of eating at Puri Mas off the Leidseplein. Delish!
