My first visits to Amsterdam were a couple of day trips during my extended stay in Brussels. It's three hours by car, although in a Peugeot 504 diesel with no radio it seems a bit longer. I'd heard such interesting stories about Amsterdam that it seemed a perfect destination. The reality was and is a lot more interesting than the stories, at least the ones I'd heard.
Like the rest of the country, Amsterdam is flat. There isn't much of
a skyline, which makes the city feel more like an oversized village
than a big city. The lack of elevation is a blessing for those of us
who like to explore on foot: no risk of going the wrong way and facing
an endless staircase or an overlook with no way down. In a way,
wandering around Amsterdam reminds me of my visits to Florida. With
no hills or mountains in the way the sky becomes a more dramatic part
of the scenery.
The canals add a lot to the city's visual appeal. They also make
navigation a lot easier, especially for someone who finds it a
challenge to match those long Dutch names against his map. Knowing
the general direction I'm walking, I'd just keep going until I finally
reached a canal. They made it a lot harder to get lost, even during my
more aimless strolls about the city center.
Living in California, I always get a thrill out of visiting somewhere that has a real autumn. (Real winters I can do without!) Amsterdam has a particularly nice one, at least when the rain and wind let up. I particularly enjoyed the color it adds to the many buildings that have been so artfully hung with ivy. In my younger days I'd probably have believed that the effect was natural, being oblivious to the relative youth of the buildings and the slow progress of nature. (Oblivious has always been one of my best traits.)
Back then I'd also have thought nothing of all the coffee shops around
town, even ones with obvious names like Mello Yellow and drawings of
yellow submarines on their windows. Now I'm older and wiser about
their true function. Not that I have any direct experience,
mind. But I did hear about a former colleague who spent his entire
visit to Amsterdam in an alternate plane of existence courtesy of such
establishments. Shocking, don't you think?
Amsterdam does have more to offer than coffee shops and a red light
district that really is bathed in red light. There's the
Rijksmuseum, home to a fabulous collection of Rembrandt's work. It's
a remarkable work of art in its own right, especially compared to the
boring Van Gogh museum down the street. A rather more practical
building is the Heineken plant a couple of blocks away. Hey, I may
not know much about
art but I know what I like!
Rembrandt himself is honored by a square near the major shopping and
entertainment district. (No, not that one. That's a little further north. Or so I'm told. Not
that I've ever been there myself...)
Just down the road are video games, fast food places (including world
class french fries!), a movie theatre and the local Planet Hollywood.
I've never understood the appeal of Planet Hollywood. It's just a
Republican version of the Hard Rock
Cafe, an establishment whose appeal also escapes me, although I have
less trouble with their world view. (And the giant guitar at
the Hard Rock in Las Vegas is kind of cool in a kitschy sort of way.)
But at least liberal Hard Rock types are supposed to be
easily led. What excuse do hard headed and soulless conservatives
Comments to: Hank Shiffman, Mountain View, California