One of the many cannons dotted around Leiden
Yours truly in front of the Molen de Put
Plaque of Rembrandt's birthplace (the building itself has been rebuilt)
The remaining wall and foundations of Vrouwenkerkhof in LeidenMonday, May 28, 2007
Leiden
One of the many cannons dotted around Leiden The remaining wall and foundations of Vrouwenkerkhof in Leiden
We came, we saw, we conquered...
Hello everyone, for the last time from Amsterdam,
This was our last weekend here in the Netherlands and as much as we would love to stay in this extraordinary place for much longer, the time has come to keep moving on. Within 48 hours we will be in Zurich - as one chapter closes another one opens.
On Saturday we decided to venture out of the city again and head to Leiden, about 35 minutes away by train. Leiden is a University city in the province of South Holland. Like other places we have visited, we only had a chance to see a small portion of the town but from what we saw it seemed like a smaller more laid back version of Amsterdam. Markets on a Saturday, cafes and bars, museums and canals - Holland in a nutshell. It also happens to be the birthplace of Rembrandt and has an important place in Dutch history being the site of many seiges from the Spanish during the Eighty Year's War. There are still remnants of that period standing in the city today such as ammunitions stores and cannons. The better part of what we saw was from a short river cruise we did that afternoon along the Oude Rijn and Zijlsingel. We passed a small bridge that was the site of the end of the Eighty Year's War in 1574. It seems that everywhere you go the towns are steeped with history and connections to the past, it would be so easy to spend weeks in each of these places.
The rest of the weekend we spent in and around Amsterdam, taking a few more pics, grabbing a few more bits and pieces and just generally soaking up the atmosphere of the city we called home for the last 2 months. We haven't seen all that much of the Netherlands while we've been here, but what we did see was simply incredible. In our time here we've become quite attached to our little apartment, the locals (both human and animal) and the city itself. I think we're both just that little bit sorry that we have to leave, but in this world who knows what the future may bring. Now, Switzerland here we come. On that note though, I'm going to make use of the few hours left so for now I'll say goodbye. For one last time from Amsterdam - Tot Ziens.
Jim and Ness
This was our last weekend here in the Netherlands and as much as we would love to stay in this extraordinary place for much longer, the time has come to keep moving on. Within 48 hours we will be in Zurich - as one chapter closes another one opens.
On Saturday we decided to venture out of the city again and head to Leiden, about 35 minutes away by train. Leiden is a University city in the province of South Holland. Like other places we have visited, we only had a chance to see a small portion of the town but from what we saw it seemed like a smaller more laid back version of Amsterdam. Markets on a Saturday, cafes and bars, museums and canals - Holland in a nutshell. It also happens to be the birthplace of Rembrandt and has an important place in Dutch history being the site of many seiges from the Spanish during the Eighty Year's War. There are still remnants of that period standing in the city today such as ammunitions stores and cannons. The better part of what we saw was from a short river cruise we did that afternoon along the Oude Rijn and Zijlsingel. We passed a small bridge that was the site of the end of the Eighty Year's War in 1574. It seems that everywhere you go the towns are steeped with history and connections to the past, it would be so easy to spend weeks in each of these places.
The rest of the weekend we spent in and around Amsterdam, taking a few more pics, grabbing a few more bits and pieces and just generally soaking up the atmosphere of the city we called home for the last 2 months. We haven't seen all that much of the Netherlands while we've been here, but what we did see was simply incredible. In our time here we've become quite attached to our little apartment, the locals (both human and animal) and the city itself. I think we're both just that little bit sorry that we have to leave, but in this world who knows what the future may bring. Now, Switzerland here we come. On that note though, I'm going to make use of the few hours left so for now I'll say goodbye. For one last time from Amsterdam - Tot Ziens.
Jim and Ness
Monday, May 21, 2007
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind...
Hello to all once again,
It is just under one week away now until we pack our bags again and set forth into our second phase of conquering Europe. We ended up spending Saturday meandering through the markets for a few more souvenirs and wandering the shopping strips, we figured having only one weekend left here that next Saturday we might endeavour to visit one of the nearby cities of either Leiden or Rotterdam. It was also our first Saturday that we didn't have anything planned and it was good, if only for once, to just be able to wander this grand city without having to worry about running out of hours in the day.
On Sunday we decided to go and visit the Sloten Windmill (Molen Van Sloten) in the sleepy little town of Sloten. You find Sloten at the end of the number 2 Tram line about 20 - 25 minutes south west of Amsterdam Centrum. Although now the area is mostly residential, up until 2 years ago the land was predominantly used for farming. The mill itself is one of the thousand remaining mills in Holland (there used to be 10,000). The Molen Van Sloten is a water pumping mill, still in use, that ensures Holland stays above water - that's another story in itself. For those that don't know, most of the Netherlands land lays below sea level (for instance Schipol airport is around 6 metres below sea level), so through the design of lock and dyke systems and the pumping in and out of water the Netherlands remains mostly dry (Yes, there is much more to that story, and it is rather interesting too, but I'm not going to attempt to explain the entire workings of the system). It is quite incredible the volume of water that the mills can shift during optimal operation, even more incredible that before electric pumps the entire country relied on these windmills to keep their feet dry.
Unfortunately there wasn't enough wind on the day so the blades of the mill stood still, but it was nonetheless impressive. There is so much history and so many stories in mills like this one, here in Sloten there is even a local connection to Rembrandt who, himself a Miller's son, portayed the mills of the region in his earliest etchings. I could go on and on, and it's so very easy to when you've stood in a town that is near to 1000 years old.
However I must bring this chapter to a close, there is a pile of work sitting next to me that I must attend to. As always, our good wishes to everyone - I'll try to squeeze in one last post from Amsterdam but the next time after that we'll be in Switzerland. Until then, enjoy some of the photos from the weekend and you will hear from us soon.
The Molen Van Sloten
Us in front of the sails
The towns water pump
Peace and Regards,
Jim and Ness
It is just under one week away now until we pack our bags again and set forth into our second phase of conquering Europe. We ended up spending Saturday meandering through the markets for a few more souvenirs and wandering the shopping strips, we figured having only one weekend left here that next Saturday we might endeavour to visit one of the nearby cities of either Leiden or Rotterdam. It was also our first Saturday that we didn't have anything planned and it was good, if only for once, to just be able to wander this grand city without having to worry about running out of hours in the day.
On Sunday we decided to go and visit the Sloten Windmill (Molen Van Sloten) in the sleepy little town of Sloten. You find Sloten at the end of the number 2 Tram line about 20 - 25 minutes south west of Amsterdam Centrum. Although now the area is mostly residential, up until 2 years ago the land was predominantly used for farming. The mill itself is one of the thousand remaining mills in Holland (there used to be 10,000). The Molen Van Sloten is a water pumping mill, still in use, that ensures Holland stays above water - that's another story in itself. For those that don't know, most of the Netherlands land lays below sea level (for instance Schipol airport is around 6 metres below sea level), so through the design of lock and dyke systems and the pumping in and out of water the Netherlands remains mostly dry (Yes, there is much more to that story, and it is rather interesting too, but I'm not going to attempt to explain the entire workings of the system). It is quite incredible the volume of water that the mills can shift during optimal operation, even more incredible that before electric pumps the entire country relied on these windmills to keep their feet dry.
Unfortunately there wasn't enough wind on the day so the blades of the mill stood still, but it was nonetheless impressive. There is so much history and so many stories in mills like this one, here in Sloten there is even a local connection to Rembrandt who, himself a Miller's son, portayed the mills of the region in his earliest etchings. I could go on and on, and it's so very easy to when you've stood in a town that is near to 1000 years old.
However I must bring this chapter to a close, there is a pile of work sitting next to me that I must attend to. As always, our good wishes to everyone - I'll try to squeeze in one last post from Amsterdam but the next time after that we'll be in Switzerland. Until then, enjoy some of the photos from the weekend and you will hear from us soon.
The Molen Van Sloten
Us in front of the sails
View from the Molen (this area beyond the canal would once have been underwater)
The towns water pumpPeace and Regards,
Jim and Ness
Sloten in more photos...
Central mechanism inside the mill 
Main shaft in the mill
The wheel used to position the head of the windmill
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Not without my gracht...
The Posse
What it looks like after a few too many in Dam Square
Darko and Moi cheesing it up
Hey Ladies!Incriminating Evidence...
What to do and what not to do when in Amsterdam, a photo journal.....
Maybe it is all boobs and booze...
Bone in a Hog
One of the positions in the "Turtlesutra"
What happens after you can't figure out how to work a strange looking keg of beer
What it looks like when 3 people can't work a strange looking keg of beer (at this moment Jess would shout "Stab it with a screwdriver," soon after followed by, "Bugger it, get me the Jim Beam.").
a BIG weekend
Hello one and all,
As you may know a few of our good friends were making their way, one pair from London and the other from Edinburgh, to happening Amsterdam to visit us and check out this grand ol' city. It all began on Wednesday when Troy and Alwyn arrived, we met them at Schiphol Airport around 6pm and were back to Lindenstraat by 7. Thus began the eating and drinking, which would be a pattern followed over most of the next 5 days.
Ness still had to work on Thursday, but had Friday off when Darko and Jess were due to arrive. I meanwhile led Bone and Alwyn on a misguided stroll of the inner city area. The museums, the churches, the shopping strips, coffee shops, cafes and bars (dare I say that all in one sentence, but yes, it is a sheerly magnificent and beautiful city). We all covered quite a lot of ground and saw many of the places of note in the area. Phew, there was also a crap load of walking. So, every now and then it was required to quench our thirst with a much needed cool and refreshing ale. This is of course quite easily done, and on this occasion frequently. I'm not going to tell you the names of every single pub, restaurant, cafe, coffee shop etc that we went into - I'd be here forever. Rest assured there were many.
We all had no idea whatsoever what time Darko and Jess were coming, or where we were meeting them until early Friday morning when Ness managed to call them. They had already landed and were about to catch the train through to Central Station. After waiting less than 10 mintes they were there. The feeling was odd, all of us looking around at each other, as Darko put it, "Guess we just pick up where we left off." Even after the first pair arrived, it felt more like a little piece of home here - just a group of mates in Amsterdam. We were all pretty chuffed to see each other, girls and boys alike. Pick up we did, all the way to Sunday and them some. Friday was the first rather heavy night, casualties mounted early in the evening. The Scarlet Pimpernal hit the ground before 10pm. There is photographic proof of the moment. This whole debacle began with a keg that defied all physical possibilities of being opened - until it was realised that it was the wrong kind and we just didn't have the tools for the job. The girls too were having a lash at a good night which ended remaing indoors until the very dedood. I think I might leave that part of the tale at that. As all of these people are now in the witness protection program their identities and activities must remain a secret. A last thought though, I'm not sure if we won or Friday did.
That day spawned one other thing, that being the declaration of the soundtrack to the weekend (if not Amsterdam itself) - Tenacious D: The Pick of Destiny.
Saturday morning was started rather dustily for some of us, but our day had just begun. There was much cavorting to be done. And walking and walking and walking. We did a bit of what went on over Thursday, the sights etc, most of the day was just exploring the city. This time round though we were prepared for a big night out. We started with a few beers, here and there of course, as we made our way back to the apartment after (and quite possibly during) the day wandering. Then it was time to fill our bellies with our fresh cheeses, pates, breads, olives etc that were bought fresh from the Markets that morning. This happened to be a staple meal here, and why wouldn't you, the fresh produce and foods are just delicious. More food, more beer...........................................................................................................................................................
As all good things do, the night passed us by like a blur. Sometime later, maybe much later, we found ourselves at the Rock'n'Roll cafe down on Leidseplein. This was more a bar than cafe, rock memorabilia everywhere, it even had a Harley bolted vertically to the wall. Sometime early that morning we made it home. The other 4, organised their accommodation earlier in the day, went back to their abode. Like I said earlier, for prosperity, prosterity and all..... Something like that.
By Sunday we were all just the slightest bit knackered, as you will be if you have managed to read all of this but please keep going, so we took it just a little bit easier. We met at Leidseplein again, this time at the Pancake House for Breakfast (although it was closer to lunch time by then). These monsters were bigger than your head and more expensive than they should have been, but we all enjoyed them nonetheless. The Pancakes won 3 to 1. The most part of the day was spent 'resting', the four suspects were due to fly out early the next morning. There was some culture squeezed into all of that, Balone can vouch for that, the sum total of this big weekend wasn't all boobs and booze.
Which brings us near to the end. Darko and Jess made their flight somewhere around midday, at least we hope they did, and got home safely - back to pointing out paper clips and brushing down kilts. Our last pair, which were our first, ended up staying until Tuesday and hopping on an early morning train through to Belgium early that morning.
It was one hell of a ride from start to finish. A massive shout out to our compadres, we love you all - regards and safe travels. If anyone is still with me, I hope all of you back home are happy and well - an equally as massive belated good wishes to all the Mothers as well. Now it is only 2 weeks today until we head for Switzerland, plenty more of Amsterdam left yet though. My fingers hurt and I'm going to the pub.
This is the disclaimer: Certain portions of the program that do not affect the outcome of the show may have been edited. All events described here in are purely fictitious. The names have been changed to protect the identity of the perpetrators. Any and all resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. No animals were harmed in the making of this headache (only livers and ego's).
By the way, I'm sure that every one of us, at least one time, was very nearly (and I use the term loosely) collected by a bicycle. Everybody lived to tell the mighty tale, some just ended up a little worse for wear.
Regards as always,
Jimi and Ness
As you may know a few of our good friends were making their way, one pair from London and the other from Edinburgh, to happening Amsterdam to visit us and check out this grand ol' city. It all began on Wednesday when Troy and Alwyn arrived, we met them at Schiphol Airport around 6pm and were back to Lindenstraat by 7. Thus began the eating and drinking, which would be a pattern followed over most of the next 5 days.
Ness still had to work on Thursday, but had Friday off when Darko and Jess were due to arrive. I meanwhile led Bone and Alwyn on a misguided stroll of the inner city area. The museums, the churches, the shopping strips, coffee shops, cafes and bars (dare I say that all in one sentence, but yes, it is a sheerly magnificent and beautiful city). We all covered quite a lot of ground and saw many of the places of note in the area. Phew, there was also a crap load of walking. So, every now and then it was required to quench our thirst with a much needed cool and refreshing ale. This is of course quite easily done, and on this occasion frequently. I'm not going to tell you the names of every single pub, restaurant, cafe, coffee shop etc that we went into - I'd be here forever. Rest assured there were many.
We all had no idea whatsoever what time Darko and Jess were coming, or where we were meeting them until early Friday morning when Ness managed to call them. They had already landed and were about to catch the train through to Central Station. After waiting less than 10 mintes they were there. The feeling was odd, all of us looking around at each other, as Darko put it, "Guess we just pick up where we left off." Even after the first pair arrived, it felt more like a little piece of home here - just a group of mates in Amsterdam. We were all pretty chuffed to see each other, girls and boys alike. Pick up we did, all the way to Sunday and them some. Friday was the first rather heavy night, casualties mounted early in the evening. The Scarlet Pimpernal hit the ground before 10pm. There is photographic proof of the moment. This whole debacle began with a keg that defied all physical possibilities of being opened - until it was realised that it was the wrong kind and we just didn't have the tools for the job. The girls too were having a lash at a good night which ended remaing indoors until the very dedood. I think I might leave that part of the tale at that. As all of these people are now in the witness protection program their identities and activities must remain a secret. A last thought though, I'm not sure if we won or Friday did.
That day spawned one other thing, that being the declaration of the soundtrack to the weekend (if not Amsterdam itself) - Tenacious D: The Pick of Destiny.
Saturday morning was started rather dustily for some of us, but our day had just begun. There was much cavorting to be done. And walking and walking and walking. We did a bit of what went on over Thursday, the sights etc, most of the day was just exploring the city. This time round though we were prepared for a big night out. We started with a few beers, here and there of course, as we made our way back to the apartment after (and quite possibly during) the day wandering. Then it was time to fill our bellies with our fresh cheeses, pates, breads, olives etc that were bought fresh from the Markets that morning. This happened to be a staple meal here, and why wouldn't you, the fresh produce and foods are just delicious. More food, more beer...........................................................................................................................................................
As all good things do, the night passed us by like a blur. Sometime later, maybe much later, we found ourselves at the Rock'n'Roll cafe down on Leidseplein. This was more a bar than cafe, rock memorabilia everywhere, it even had a Harley bolted vertically to the wall. Sometime early that morning we made it home. The other 4, organised their accommodation earlier in the day, went back to their abode. Like I said earlier, for prosperity, prosterity and all..... Something like that.
By Sunday we were all just the slightest bit knackered, as you will be if you have managed to read all of this but please keep going, so we took it just a little bit easier. We met at Leidseplein again, this time at the Pancake House for Breakfast (although it was closer to lunch time by then). These monsters were bigger than your head and more expensive than they should have been, but we all enjoyed them nonetheless. The Pancakes won 3 to 1. The most part of the day was spent 'resting', the four suspects were due to fly out early the next morning. There was some culture squeezed into all of that, Balone can vouch for that, the sum total of this big weekend wasn't all boobs and booze.
Which brings us near to the end. Darko and Jess made their flight somewhere around midday, at least we hope they did, and got home safely - back to pointing out paper clips and brushing down kilts. Our last pair, which were our first, ended up staying until Tuesday and hopping on an early morning train through to Belgium early that morning.
It was one hell of a ride from start to finish. A massive shout out to our compadres, we love you all - regards and safe travels. If anyone is still with me, I hope all of you back home are happy and well - an equally as massive belated good wishes to all the Mothers as well. Now it is only 2 weeks today until we head for Switzerland, plenty more of Amsterdam left yet though. My fingers hurt and I'm going to the pub.
This is the disclaimer: Certain portions of the program that do not affect the outcome of the show may have been edited. All events described here in are purely fictitious. The names have been changed to protect the identity of the perpetrators. Any and all resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. No animals were harmed in the making of this headache (only livers and ego's).
By the way, I'm sure that every one of us, at least one time, was very nearly (and I use the term loosely) collected by a bicycle. Everybody lived to tell the mighty tale, some just ended up a little worse for wear.
Regards as always,
Jimi and Ness
Monday, May 07, 2007
Haarlem...
Hello everyone,
Another eventful weekend has been and gone, and as our time here in Amsterdam grows ever shorter, we are still getting around to places we haven't seen or been to yet. After nearly 5 weeks here, we decided it would be a good idea to go outside Amsterdam centrum and head into the town of Haarlem (only a 15 odd minute train ride west out of the city). Haarlem itself is older than Amsterdam and retains more of its 17th century layout than any other Randstad city. It really does feel like a trip back in time, especially when standing at the base of the impressive Gothic Grote Kerk of St. Bavo. The Kerk stands in the centre of Haarlem City on the main square, Grote Markt (actual Markets are held on Saturdays). There is much more to the city than the little we had a chance to see and if you really wanted to get to a fair chunk of it you would need at least a whole weekend here, if not more.
Another eventful weekend has been and gone, and as our time here in Amsterdam grows ever shorter, we are still getting around to places we haven't seen or been to yet. After nearly 5 weeks here, we decided it would be a good idea to go outside Amsterdam centrum and head into the town of Haarlem (only a 15 odd minute train ride west out of the city). Haarlem itself is older than Amsterdam and retains more of its 17th century layout than any other Randstad city. It really does feel like a trip back in time, especially when standing at the base of the impressive Gothic Grote Kerk of St. Bavo. The Kerk stands in the centre of Haarlem City on the main square, Grote Markt (actual Markets are held on Saturdays). There is much more to the city than the little we had a chance to see and if you really wanted to get to a fair chunk of it you would need at least a whole weekend here, if not more.
Statue of Lorens Costa in front of the Grote Kerk of St. Bavo
Haarlem Grote MarktThis Saturday also happened to be Liberation Day. To celebrate the occasion there are concerts and festivals held all over the Netherlands, the biggest and oldest of all being Haarlem's Bevrijdingspop. Held in Haarlemmerhout park, the annual festival showcases Dutch Muso's and bands over 2 stages, has a massive range of food and market stalls as well as a kid's festival. Although I didn't know any of the local acts, there was an MC Battle that was most excellent (featuring this kid, who wouldn't have been more than 10 or 12, laying down rhymes with others well his senior) and a band that sounded distinctly like Interpol (but weren't). I've said it before, but the Dutch sure do know how to party and there is always one on somewhere.
On Sunday we decided to do something a little different and go to the Amsterdam Royal Artis Zoo. It is the largest Zoo in the Netherlands and houses exhibits from Axolotyls all the way through to Zebu. Of course there was plenty to see but I kept wondering to myself who exactly was watching who - especially when standing in front of the penguins. Ness absolutely loved the Big Cats and Butterfly House, and we were lucky to grab a glimpse of the few newborns there including the young Giraffe and Gorilla. I still don't like the fact that these majestic creatures are locked in cages, yet without Zoo's like this more of these animals would probably be extinct. It was quite incredible to stand less than 1 metre away from a baby Giraffe and of its own free will it reaches out and licks the back of your hand.
Ness at the Zoo (it is a Zebra behind her) 
Ness in front of the man-made waterfall
After yet another eventful weekend, and many many more photos being taken, we now await the arrival of Troy and Alwyn who are flying over for a few days from the UK on Wednesday. Soon to be followed by Darko and Jess who arrive on the Friday. ....And chaos shall reign down upon Amsterdam city. We'll show these Dutchmen how it's really done.
Until next time, don't do anything we wouldn't do,
Peace and Regards,
Jim and Ness
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Amsterdam parties hard...
Greetings everyone,
Neither Ness or I had experienced anything like what we did yesterday. Almost two thirds of the entire city parties in the straats, masses of people decked out in Orange (which is apparently the done thing) absolutely everywhere. All of the traffic through the city was shut down, with the exception of the occasional tram. Even the prominent canal cruise boats operated under heavy restrictions, the canals were packed with all kinds of boats filled with revellers. We saw quite a few moments as 3 or 4 boats tried to squeeze under a bridge causing a canal jam but nobody seemed to be at all worried. The entire city was one giant carnival: Locals selling their wares on the streets (many of who had chalked marked their place on the pavement designating their spot days and even weeks before hand), the smells of so many different foods being cooked, stages everywhere with all kinds of music from Doof to Flamenco, Rock Covers to Italian Opera.
The beer flowed freely and the atmosphere was so completely chilled out. There wasn't the slightest hint of violence or anger, everyone was just out to enjoy this amazing collective moment of celebration. You couldn't help but be swept into the vibe of the moment. That is something I have not experienced in such a long time and will not soon forget. Here are a few of the photos we took throughout the day...
A very packed Damrak
One of the many covers bands, when this photo was taken they were playing "Sympathy for The Devil"
One of the many crazy canal moments (Canal Jam Part 2)
Neither Ness or I had experienced anything like what we did yesterday. Almost two thirds of the entire city parties in the straats, masses of people decked out in Orange (which is apparently the done thing) absolutely everywhere. All of the traffic through the city was shut down, with the exception of the occasional tram. Even the prominent canal cruise boats operated under heavy restrictions, the canals were packed with all kinds of boats filled with revellers. We saw quite a few moments as 3 or 4 boats tried to squeeze under a bridge causing a canal jam but nobody seemed to be at all worried. The entire city was one giant carnival: Locals selling their wares on the streets (many of who had chalked marked their place on the pavement designating their spot days and even weeks before hand), the smells of so many different foods being cooked, stages everywhere with all kinds of music from Doof to Flamenco, Rock Covers to Italian Opera.
The beer flowed freely and the atmosphere was so completely chilled out. There wasn't the slightest hint of violence or anger, everyone was just out to enjoy this amazing collective moment of celebration. You couldn't help but be swept into the vibe of the moment. That is something I have not experienced in such a long time and will not soon forget. Here are a few of the photos we took throughout the day...
A very packed Damrak
One of the many covers bands, when this photo was taken they were playing "Sympathy for The Devil"
One of the many crazy canal moments (Canal Jam Part 2)
Party boats cruising the canals (most of which were packed to capacity with revellers)
There where just so many great moments of things happening around us. The image that sticks in my mind is of one of the smaller boats on the canal packed with at least 30 people dancing to the Freestylers and the sound of the music reverberating under the bridge as they passed underneath us.
Until next time, kind regards as always,
Jim and Ness
[Just an observation: Everyone is familiar with the festival port-a-loo - over here they have the craziest upright urinals I've ever seen. It does the job, just don't expect any privacy as you bare your arse to the world while you take a slash.]
A Breather...
Well, the straat's of Amsterdam are pumping today. There are thousands upon thousands of people crammed into the streets. You can literally hear a tune, have a beer or grab a feed on every single corner today. The atmosphere is electric, everything seems so alive. I won't go into any more details at the moment but suffice to say this is the biggest street party I have ever seen or been to. As we take a short breather and rest our feet I thought I'd post a few photos from the weekend just gone. Here we go...
The Marble figures in the main stairwell at Willet-Holthuysen Mansion
The Marble figures in the main stairwell at Willet-Holthuysen Mansion
Attempting to negotiate the lack of head space on the Houseboatmuseum
The 'New' Church
The 'Old' Church
More photos...
These few are from Saturday's Canal cruise...
On the harbour, The Oosterdok
A few docked vessels 
The sun just starting to set
Canal jam in Amsterdam (Part 1)
A Bike Park
Until Next Time....
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