Today was amazing. LB + I just did two things I've always wanted to do: visit the Anne Frank House + walking around Amsterdam's Red Light District. LB + I walked our asses off, absolutely smitten by Amsterdam's canals, virtually run over twice by speedsters on old bikes + then later on, we watched in fascination as groups of drunk men went shopping for kicks, yelling comments at especially attractive prostitutes. We even saw two German boys bargain with a large black woman:
--We want a show.
--I'll give you both a show then.
--But we want good show.
And then they disappeared into her little love cubicle.
Another conversation I heard later on as we passed girls pivoting in windows was in German this time, but I understood what they were saying anyways since they used so many cognates. It went something like this:
--Did you really like her?
--She looked like your mother.
--No, she didn't.
--Yes, she looked like your mother.
No Freudian analysis necessary. . .
So, here are the pictures of our day, a perfect, dynamic walking narrative through history + culture as we approached--one step at a time--that beautiful and contradictory nature of Dutch society which makes this city so clean, beautiful, charming + open. A visual testament:
As LB + I Were Walking to the Biomarkt, We Passed This + I Laughed So Loud. It Says: Homo Sapiens Non Urinat in Ventum. Or, a thinking man doesn't piss in the wind. So Random
With Condoms in the Shape of Animals + City Icons (Out of Photograph: the Eiffel Tower Condom)
Looks Kinda like the State Fair, and Probably Just As Safe as the Ferris Wheel