795 – Tuesday 1st August 2017: Edam and Vollendam
At 0930 hrs, we moved Jez to a free car park in Vollendam, as our free parking at the cheese and clog place likes the car park clear to attract the coaches and we oblige. Os-car-trailer deployed – some barking resumed – horrendous crowds in Volendam and everything too expensive…there were ferryboat to Markham which we’d not cared for either – but quite pretty in a non-natural, catch the tourist kind of way. We cycled to Edam which we did like – are we fussy? Yes. And on our cheeses, not particularly! Amazing merchant’s house with floating floor to compensate for the rises and falls of the water table. … Our Dutch Museum card is saving us shed loads of Euros already.
Our Amsterdam campsite was full to the ‘gunnels and pitches are very cosy – you need to be friendly with neighbours… nice German families on both sides. BBQ and Zzzzs.
Now the whole family imbibes Advocaat at Christmas … so when I saw a bottle in Lidl, I had to buy one. Not the same as Warniks, that we get a home … so I read the label. It may be 14%, but it is to be consumed with ice cream or used in cakes …. so I did … lovely with ice-cream 🙂 And only 14% – but still allowed on one of our dry days!
Long beards was obviously a one time fashion statement … J’s comes off long before this.
I’m in the floating cellar. There are few still in existence in the Netherlands, but this is the only one open to the public. To be expected, it moves as you move.
Short beds as people slept sitting up on pillows … they thought lying down too close to death.
795 – Wednesday 2nd August: Amsterdam 1 – Walking Tour, 3 Churches and the Royal Palace
Our O-barkingK9 took us to the ferry “Across the Mersey” (Jerry and the Pacemakers 1962 – thought you oldies would know that one – Amelia, you’re too young!). Across the ij river; Amstel is further over – the Amstel beer is excellent – reminds me of ‘Hashing’ days in Amman – the “Hash House Harriers” – the worldwide drinking club with a running problem…
We did a walking tour with one other – an Italian girl, currently on an internship in Amsterdam – she was missing the art and splendour of Italy and of course, the food. having spend 6 months in Italy, we could empathise. Our guide was Leonard (History student) and he was full of fun anecdotes… but a little disjointed in his delivery and a little short on depth.
The Red Light District was – hmmmm – interesting! I tried to avert my gaze (partially successfully) from the ladies in the windows wearing ‘funderwear’ – but the industry is safe and well regulated – and no pimps! The average time spent inside – for ‘business’ is 7-12 minutes!!! It takes me that long to unfurl my umbrella (not speaking from experience!). In holy Catholic Ireland in the ‘60s, we thought a condom was a salt and pepper ’thingy’… Or was it a ‘fonduement, fun-damentally, lamentably or scandulously… we move on.
The Museum Card again saved us money – the Neue Kerk, Oude Kerk, Royal Palace and the Attic Catholic Church… The post-Reformation liberal Dutch allowed catholics to practice their religion only in private homes – hence the ‘Attic Chapel’. King Henry VIII would not have approved…
Can tell we are entering the red light district. Wearing of comdoms is obligatory.
Pavement art, but not much of a caress!
Narrow tall buildings as land was expensive … a single flight of stairs is economical … a double flight indicated wealth. The other main symbol of wealth were Tulip Bulbs – imported and traded at great expense until the market collapsed
… must’ve been difficult buying furniture for this window wide one!
Former house name signs, until Napoleon decreed that all houses had to have numbers and street names. Napoleon also forced people to adopt an official family name. Many went for a word to describe with job, such as Farmer, but some reluctantly chose silly names such as NakedatBirth, which have endured until today!
Wonder if his name is NakedatBirth … he did not drum up much custom … wonder if the unauthentic Calvin Kleins had anything to do with it?
We went into the Beguinnes complex (Ghent had three such complexes), where single women and widows lived together and did good, mostly nursing, works. In one of the chapels was this relic – the vomit of bread from a dying man that had not burned overnight when cleared up by one of the Beguines and thrown on the fire.
The Royal Palace was formerly the Town Hall. When Napoleon stuck his brother on the throne, Louis cast about for a suitable palace and had the rooms converted quickly into the palace. The Empire furniture is the largest collection outside France.
And the chandeliers were stunning.
The Old Church was mostly used to bless ships and over 10,000 bodies are buried underneath. Another Napoleon edict was to bury bodies outside the church. Stunning organ.
Slightly surreal art – gold blankets are often used to to shroud refuges after a sea crossing and they protect the tomb stones.
Our Lord in the Attic. Catholicism was officially banned but since 40% of the population were catholic, the authorities ignored what the eye can’t see. Churches in houses were created, along with a confessional and accommodation for the Priest. Here the church spans three houses, the floor and roof raters cut away and iron rods inserted to pull it all together.
796 – Thursday 3rd August: Amsterdam Art Museums
K: I’m taking over the text from here, as J is busy upstairs … stripping … wall paper … we are very behind with our blogging as we’ve had no time! More anon.
Parking the bikes again, we crossed on the free ferry … a simple system where you walk to the front and then off the other end when it docks. People, bikes and mopeds and we even saw a small car. Very efficient.
We caught the tram down to the museum quarter and took turns in the Van Gogh Museum. It was very good at explaining Van Gogh’s influences and how his art developed, as well as including some of his peer’s work. His brother funded Van Gogh and his brother’s widow then promoted Van Gogh’s work, as he had not been well known in his lifetime. During our picnic lunch, I asked J if he had his museum card safe … oops we both turned our all his pockets. Back in the Van Gogh Museum, J left his email address in case they found it. So I only wandered into the Rijks Museum. This again told the story of Dutch art, including more Van Gogh. I saw Rembrandt’s The Night Watchman (not too keen), and some Vermeer (which I did like). And some Delft, which seemed to be heavily influenced by Chinese design.
The Rijks Meusum – very busy but more people seemed to be interested in having their pic taken on top of the large letters of I Heart Amsterdam.
The Museum’s reference library – good to see it being used.
In the evening we wandered back into town to watch a Gay Pride concert. Most of the performers were notable for being drag artists rather than their singing skills, but there was a cracking 3 girl band who finally got the audience going a bit … we did not stay long after them.
797 – Friday 4th August: Amsterdam – The Last Day
Amazing – James checked his email and the Van Gogh Museum had found his Museum card … we elected to take the bikes across the water and brave the Amsterdam city centre so we could get to pick up J’s card and then across to the Rembrandt House Museum. Cycling was interesting … Oscar barking pretty much most of the time, trying to avoid other cyclists, pedestrians, trams and other vehicles. Amazing we did not see, let alone participate in, any accidents, but they do travel quite slowly. I managed to jam my wheel in a tram line and did a slow motion decent the the pavement … fortunately the Os-car is hinged to stay upright. Just a minor scratch to my knee and more damage to my pride.
Rembrandt used still life and a lot of artefacts to practice line drawing and then painting on. He made his students also practice for years.
At this time, artists had a palate of 12 colours, all from natural sources … the red and blues were very expensive.
On my tour, I was lucky enough to watch a paint mixing demo – and have a go mixing on the big stone … the minerals were mixed with linseed oil and sometimes stored in pigs’ bladders.
Part of the still life collection.
View from the bench where we took turns – no hardship with this view.
Gassan Diamonds was nearby, so again we took turns. The different carat, colour, clarity and cut were explained and we were shown some samples and stones set in rings … as we could handle them, I have my doubts that they were real. The Gasson 121 cut has more cuts than the standard Brilliants … but knowing nothing about diamonds, lost on me …. I just liked the sparkle.
We then attempted to get into the top Amsterdam attraction – the Ann Frank House. Whilst our Museum Card enabled us to queue jump in the other museums, no chance of it here. On being told the queue was already over 2 hours, we cut our losses and cycled back to the ferry and the campsite.
We liked Amsterdam a lot and would happily come back and spend more time wandering the streets and some of the other museums, but not in the summer … far too busy!
Our plans to explore a bit more of the Netherlands changed … we wanted some sun so we planned to head south. My good friend Kerstin has just managed to evict some tenants, who had trashed the house … we offered our decorating services … so off to Engers, near Koblenz we shall go tomorrow.
Yes, it’s me, readers… how about a good old ‘whinge’ then… Now my owners (bless their cotton sox) are quite ok – ‘gutenfolx’ in pigeon Dutch (another of my considerable lingua skills). They bought this contraception – sorry (it’s that darn Led Right Mistrict) contraption – for me. Did I ask them? No. Did they consult me – No! A fecking baby trailer, for ***** sake. Pardon my Dutch. They hooked it up to K’s bra – sorry, bike – and enticed me to go inside – with treats.. Ok, inside, they string me up by a harness and cycle off with me bouncing around trying to protect my ‘crown jewels’… So, I bark – and get ignored!!!
Back at home – shaken but not stirred – I have applied to join the French Foreign Legion – as a Welsh “Condomerie” – that’s a sort of ‘Colonel’ with sticky bits… I can do the ‘Entente Condomriale’ with any little Klady…
You haven’t heard the last of this ‘double Kentendre’, owners….
Dank U (Dutch, you see…)
Amsterdam looks lovely! Oscar looked it! That’s very important! Xxxxxxxc
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