Collins had asked me to come over to his house this afternoon. Amy had come over from the USA and there would be a screening of Collins' indy movie "The Same Side of Rejection Street". I decided to walk along the #7 tram route so I could hop on a tram when needed. I walked to the Hoge Sluis where I crossed the Amstel.
On Frederiksplein dogs were playing in the fountain.
Vijzelstraat is still a mess due to North-South Metro building activities.
I continued along the Weteringschans.
At Leidseplein the gate to the Casino has a Latin inscription. Since not many people read Latin nowadays I've provided the translation in the caption.
When I walked passed the Americain I was thinking that I hadn't been inside in years. In the past I would drink a cup of coffee and read the newspaper at the reading table there every now and then. One of these days I'll go in and do just that again.
Next to the Americain used to be the Bellevue Cinerama. It is now demolished, making room for a new theatre.
At the police HQ I turned left onto Kinkerstraat. When I crossed the Bilderdijkkade I noticed how empty Kinkerstraat is on a Sunday afternoon.
I crossed the Baarsjes and turned right into Witte de Withstraat.
I arrived 3 minutes late at Jon's place. Not bad timing for a 6.5 km walk from the east of Amsterdam…
The other guests for the screening were Nantko (who was wearing glasses and who'd had a haircut), Paul the sound guy, his GF Joyce and Upstairs George.
Collins gave us the director's introduction and made sure everybody had a drink. He then pointed out the snacks on the table and pushed the play button on the remote.
Two hours later, after the film had ended, we all went to the Chinese restaurant around the corner for a pretty good meal. After the meal we walked to the tramstop to go into town.
On Admiraal de Ruyterweg apparantly you can still smoke in some clubs.
We caught the #13 tram and got off on the Dam. Atlas was still carrying the
world heavens on top of the palace.
We walked along Rokin. At Hotel L'Europe there's a little statue on the bridge overlooking the Muntplein.
At Mulligans I saw a little sticker on a lamp post. It was in French "A legend doesn't die". I wonder what that is for.
In Mulligans we met Alex, Ali, Ann and a bunch of other people whose name doesn't start with the letter A.
After one tiny whiskey I went home. I walked along the Amstel and joined the tourists on Blauwbrug who were lining up for a shot of the Skinny Bridge at night. Why they all were making flash photos I can't understand. I just steadied the camera and exposed a bit longer.
I did the same again at the Carré.
From the Carré I walked past the Amstel Hotel, Rhijnspoorplein, OLVG and Beukenplein. No photos from this part of the walk. It was getting too dark and all the stuff I had taken shots of before.
My feet hadn't bothered me as much as with the old shoes where one of the insoles had gone missing. Maybe this had been the problem all along. We'll see what the next couple of weeks feels like with the new shoes.