What a day! Let’s start at the beginning…
I went to the Van Gogh Museum early this morning. I bought a ticket from the hostel, so luckily I got to skip the line, which is always very long! The museum was incredible – I really didn’t think I would like it as much as I did, even though I love museums. I realized I knew embarrassingly little about Van Gogh’s life, so I learned a lot. And the art, of course, speaks for itself.
Next, I planned to go to the Kattenkabinet, which I wrote a post about earlier. To get there I walked through the southern canal belt:
Kattenkabinet was as amazing and kitschy and catty as I had hoped. It’s located in an old canal house, one of the only ones that is open to the public, and I had the entire museum (only a few rooms) to myself. And I even pet… TWO cats! They were both very sleepy, but seemed to enjoy the attention. Below you’ll find tons of pictures.
I walked along the canals and found a classic Dutch cheese shop that had lots of free samples, so of course I helped myself to them. Yummy. I then decided to go to a sandwich shop called Loekie, where I got a delicious sandwich with goat cheese, arugula, pine nuts, and honey. I ate the sandwich next to a canal and shared some of the bread with some pigeons. It’s like I never left New York!
Throughout the afternoon I walked around the southern canals and enjoyed the sights, taking pictures of the crazier and sillier things I saw. Here are some highlights:
I then walked back to the hostel because I had plans to meet a family friend that afternoon. I walked back through Rembrandtplein and Leidseplein. I took my book to Vondelpark, right outside the hostel, and read in the sunshine and watched dogs and bicyclists until it was time to meet my friend. As you can probably tell from the pictures, I love dogs.
She has an adorable dog, and the three of us walked to the Jordaan, a neighborhood with gorgeous canals and houses. We had tea and talked politics, New York City, and animals (three great subjects), and then walked back to Vondelpark. We parted, and I decided to venture to de Pijp (a neighborhood) for dinner.
The walk to de Pijp along the Rijksmuseum, a canal, and small streets was wonderful, but I didn’t manage to find the hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant I was looking for. So I went to my second choice, Bazaar Amsterdam, which turned out to be incredible.
I walked back toward the museums to a cafe called Welling, and had a La Chouffe, read my book, and looked at this view. What an end to a sweet, busy day.