I woke up late this morning, around 08:00, feeling a lot better than last night. Breakfast and half a liter of homebrew coffee helped me wake up. I sat at home reading until lunch time (knäckebrød with cheese). When I stood up after lunch, my jeans were feeling bunched up the same way my old pants were a few weeks ago. I decided I needed new ones, so I marched into town.
I walked down Wibautstraat/Weesperstraat. I still don't understand the significance of the four cuckoo-clock weights parked on the side of the street.
At the end of Weesperstraat I walked into Jodenbreestraat ...
... across the St. Antoniesluis ...
... into St. Antoniebreestraat. On the corner of Nieuwe Hoogstraat is a blue and yellow building. The whole St. Antoniebreestraat looks quite modern after the renovations of the last 30 years, but this one beats them all. I like it, though.
Walking down Nieuwe and Oude Hoogstraat towards the Dam I saw a cannabis seed store with faux Delft Blue tiles over the shop.
I crossed the Dam and walked down the Nieuwendijk to the Werkmanspaleis where I bought my new jeans. This time I bought a size 40. A month ago I bought a 42. A year ago I bought size 46. If this continues I'll have a negative size next year, which would make me a black hole. Who needs CERN for that?
The shop needed 20 minutes to have the legs shortened, so I walked down the Korte Nieuwendijk to the Singelsluis.
I bought a herring at the stall there.
After picking up the shortened jeans I walked down the length of Nieuwendijk, turned right at the Dam, left at N.Z. Voorburgwal and then omto the Singel Flower market. This put me on the corner of Vijzelstraat. I worked here at the Aurora electronics shops when I was 17 or 18 years old. I looked inside and it is still the same old half-unorganised jumble of chinese junk that it was all those years ago.
I walked down Herengracht and Reguliersgracht to the Duif on Prinsengracht. I stopped here at the VIRGO conference, hoping for an afternoon coffee. They had just ran out of coffee, so I had a mineral water instead.
Everything was running smoothly at the conference, so I walked on to the end of Reguliersgracht. I took the #7 tram home on Weteringschans because my feet had started to hurt.
Dinner was the other half of yesterday's fake Thai red curry.