After dinner (the other half of last night's Thai) the rain had stopped, so I went walkabout. Every time I walk it is a little easier the next time. If I don't watch out I might start to like it…
I started off along the Transvaalkade towards the Amstel river. To get to the Amstel you have to under the railroad tracks. Somebody had placed metal camel silhouettes along the line. Maybe Vincent should put little camels in his coffee table railroad, too.
Opposite Cafe Hesp is one of the widest parts of the Amstel. There are no boats moored here, so it seems even wider. Hesp has a terrace here which was closed today due to the weather. One of these days when the suns shines I'll give it a try.
The ad on Hesp's wall is not inflation proof. I wonder what would happen if you demanded a bottle of Lager for 9 cents.
At the rowing club the girls of this coxed four were putting away their oars and boat.
In Tweede Oosterparkstraat I spied this school and pondered the significance of P.C.
Police Constable? Personal Computer? Politically Correct?