This morning started off with a slight drizzle. I walked through Frankendael to the Kruislaan corner.
After work I took tram #14 to Waterlooplein. At the Stopera there was a TV truck recording in HD, and a bunch of Marechaussee (military police) motor bikes. Probably a royal in attendance. 15 minutes later there was a bomb scare and they evacuated the building.
Across the Amstel and towards Rembrandtplein.
People were sunning themselves on the lawn.
I sat on the St. James' Gate terrace, waiting for Collins and Jud. Jud had arrived this morning from Seattle. While I was waiting Yanko and Liz were playing.
Both Jud and Collins arrived in due time; Yanko and Liz stopped playing and sat with us counting their busking income. We talked for a while, having drinks and bitterballen. We then retired to the Stivale d'Oro for dinner. It was pretty busy, so they put the three of us on a tiny table in the corner near the window. We had a bit of problem finding out where to put our legs... The food was great, as usual.
After Stivale we went back to Rembrandtplein and sat at the Nachtwacht terrace. Nadia, one of the waitresses, greeted us with kisses. I have to go there more often… We sat down for a few drinks.
Around the corner there was a Guinness Book of World Records attempt to make the longest 'domino' fall but with glasses of Jägermeister instead of domino tiles. It will probably be shown on AT5 since it was recorded right in front of their office.
I walked back along Reguliersgracht.
Crossed into van Woustraat.
Onto Ceintuurbaan and across the Nieuwe Amstelbrug.
On Oosterparkstraat is a medical instrument shop. Lots of strange things in the windows!
There was an ad for a massage douche which probably dates from the 1960s by the looks of the lady's hair style.
A few doors down I saw this in the window. I wonder what the action is.
And straight to home.