One of my favorite things in Amsterdam was watching a demonstration of historical methods for making oil paint at the Rembrandt House. I could have stood and stared at little pots of pigment all day long.
We did a lot of wandering in Amsterdam, even if the weather turned to winter outside. The ground was frosty and our noses were definitely pink. We would wander until our fingers were numb and then we'd tuck inside for a beer or to explore a pretty flower shop, anything to give us a chance to rub our hands together.
We did a lot of wandering in Amsterdam, even if the weather turned to winter outside. The ground was frosty and our noses were definitely pink. We would wander until our fingers were numb and then we'd tuck inside for a beer or to explore a pretty flower shop, anything to give us a chance to rub our hands together.
The flower shops were the best and there were loads of them, on practically every street. Big buckets of berries and branches, the Dutch seem to follow the rules of seasonality more than their American counterparts.
Looking in the windows of houses, it seemed like everyone had a vase full of amaryllis or big, wild tangles of rose hips. You could find the most beautiful, messy branches of climbing rose hips at even the little flower stalls on the street corners. Amsterdam really understands flowers so I felt right at home, frostbite or no.
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