This mannequin was just too funny to pass by without a photo. I particularly like the cow clogs.
I am sometimes an air head. Robert says it’s a miracle that I don’t get hurt more often than what I do. Day one in Amsterdam on my own, I was looking at a map, taking care to avoid the tram and then was nearly knocked down by a bicyclist, who I didn’t see at all. Luckily, he saw me. And let me have it. “Are you blind, girl? What’s wrong with you? Can’t you see?” And he kept yelling insults at me as he cycled down the street away from me.
Amsterdam bikes are typically of the cruiser variety. I saw a lot of family bikes with three or four extra seats on one frame so as to hold all the kids.
I was mortified. And speechless. I couldn’t even come out with a “sorry.” In my defense, there are a lot of bikes in Amsterdam. Everything you hear about there being bikes everywhere is completely true. There’s even a bike parking garage that houses 30,000 bikes. I love it. But it’s amazing that I wasn’t run over more than once.
This city is cheesey.
I’ll also tell you that there is a lot of cheese in this town. And I’m referring to the stuff made from goats, sheep and cows, not the stuff in the Red Light District. Samples of all sorts of cheeses could be had in all sorts of shops. It was good and I particularly liked the sheep cheese.
Finally, can anyone explain what is it with the wooden shoes in this country? I understand that they were popular a few hundred years ago, but why wear them now? They’re ugly and uncomfortable looking. A 10-year-old American girl was in line behind me for the Van Gogh museum with her mom and threw a fit about wanting a pair. I don’t get it.
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