Monday, 17 August 2015

Amsterdam Day Three

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Our last day in Amsterdam we got up early, threw everything into a suitcase and zipped over to the Van Gogh museum (criossant and coffee in hand!) to make our 9am ticket slot. At first I wasn't 100% sure about the museum. It was very busy, and I felt I didn't have a lot of space to see the pictures. As you go chronologically through Van Gogh's life and up floor by floor though the people do start to thin out, and by the end it became one of the highlights of my trip.

I felt like before the museum I knew the standard Van Gogh story, and he always seemed to me to be a pretty sad, lonely character. As it turns out he had a really close family, and I particularly loved hearing about how tirelessly his sister-in-law worked after his death to ensure his paintings were not forgotten, and it is pretty much through her efforts that he is as famous as he is today. I also had no idea how many pictures he painted. A lot as it turns out! More than one a day in the six months leading up to his death.

After the museum we sat on the grass in the sun for a bit, while more energetic people than us did yoga, and then went for a final wander around Amsterdam. We walked through the red light district, just to say we'd seen it (the lunchtime slot is apparently not very popular - lots of scantily clad women looking bored on their phones), and went to the floating flower market. The flower market was nice but probably not a must see. If you want to buy bulbs it is to place to be, but if you want to see pretty flowers you'd probably be better off in Columbia Road.

We finished our trip with a dutch pancake - it had to be done at some point - and then picked up our stuff from the hotel and headed home. I absolutely adored Amsterdam, it is definitely one of my favourite European cities and I could totally see myself living here, with a little apartment in the Jordaan, popping down to Winkels for coffee and apple cake, and browsing for books in the American bookshop. Maybe one day!

1 comment:

Matthew Pike said...

I went to Amsterdam when I was a little too young to appreciate it, when I was 18. I did go to that museum though. Would love to visit again.

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