|Three flat whites.|
If you are in Amsterdam, you should have coffee here. No arguments.
On the Museumplein is a sculpture which is a tourism professional's dream - I amsterdam.
|They tried "You aremsterdam", but it didn't have the same ring to it.|
On to the museum, which is there lurking in the background of that photo. There was a line to get in, but the line was shorter than the one for the Anne Frank house, and I was pretty sure there was more room inside the Rijksmuseum, so we waited it out. I took a lot of pictures in the museum, but I'll spare you most of them. Nothing worse than "look, here's a thing! And a different one! And another one!" The point is, you will not want for awesome things to see if you visit.
We spent a while exploring the rooms of religious art. For some reason, it's always fascinating to me. In amongst the Madonna-and-Childs were some carvings that intrigued me.
|This one is "Christ in the house of Mary and Martha"|
|Mary's parents celebrating their impending parenthood|
|Our Lady of Sorrows|
We had lunch in the museum cafe (quite good, and surprisingly reasonably priced) and dove back in for an assault on the must-sees of the museum: some Vermeers and Rembrandt's "Night Watch." Before getting there, though, I got side-tracked by a cluster of people.
|You might recognize that guy in the painting.|
Then, the Night Watch.
|It's a big painting, with a big crowd in front of it.|
We wandered through the red light district (intentionally, this time). Why did we decide to check it out? In the immortal words of mountain climber George Mallory, "Because it's there." On a Sunday afternoon, it mostly consists of women in lingerie sitting in windows, texting. So aside from the lingerie, an Amsterdam prostitute's slow afternoon at work looks pretty much like everyone else's.
We didn't stray too much farther afield because we had a train to catch in the evening, so we took some last photos here and there and headed back to the train station.
|The hazards of going on a trip with a new camera - it doesn't always|
focus where you want it to, and you don't always notice that.
|The train station - beginning and ending point of our journey.|