In Amsterdam

It had been a while since I was in Amsterdam other than to just see a concert. Egon Schiele, the Viennese painter, brought me there last Friday. Currently there’s an exhibition of his work in the Van Gogh Museum and me and my friend Mascha – who is a true lover of his work – decided to go and see it. (check out: Van Gogh Museum)

But we were in no hurry. The sun was shining mildly and the city with its beautiful canals looked lovely. So we strolled the streets from terrace to terrace. At one point we were sitting outside of a café called ‘Het Molenpad’ at the Prinsengracht, just near the canal, when a little boat carrying four or five people stopped, apparently because our terrace looked just as attractive from the waterside as it had done to us ashore. When they tried to climb out of the boat things went wrong...
One lady, with a classic Rubens figure, had some trouble climbing the quay wall. She fell back and that caused some dangerous tossing as you can imagine.
On her second attempt she placed her right foot on the edge of the boat while stretching as far as she could in order to hoist herself ashore. Unluckily she only caused the boat to catch water…. Fifteen seconds later the boat was gone and our Rubens lady was helplessly hanging on the edge of the quay wall.
What, you don’t believe me? I took a picture… wait and see, I’ll have it on this blog in a few days.
The exhibition was a bit crowded and I missed some of Schiele’s most famous works, but still it was worth seeing. And afterwards we had dinner at a nice Thai restaurant. I never had coconut flavoured ice before – I love it! It’s almost like the sweet taste of winning a bet! See about that at: adventures. I had lovely day all together.


Meanwhile: E. has left the city for two weeks. It’s a strange and somehow disturbing sensation. She left me with a broken key (of her bike lock). It’s almost too easy to find the symbolism in that, isn’t it? Well, I promised her to try and have it mend. And I will.