And I quickly began to find Amsterdam easy to like, despite our poor choice of a Cafe -- odd sandwich fillings but at least the buns were good, the Amstel beer refreshing, the canalside seats charming enough to stop me whining.
Our lunchtime beer overruled any travel advice about avoiding a nap, and luckily the hotel wasn't far away. Waking up, we were both rather groggy but a neighbourhood stroll soon fixed that. Our location turned out to be even better than we'd thought, with some wonderful boutique shopping nearby, many small, interesting streets, a good variety of pleasant possibilities for dinner. We made a note of one or two to come back to and then relaxed into crowd-watching and sight-seeing for an hour or so.
And I realized I was rather hooked by, hooked on, Amsterdam . . .
Our very genial host, the pleasantly crowded restaurant, and, particularly, the wondrous array of intriguingly spiced dishes that make up the colonial meal known as the rijsttafel ensured that our first evening in Amsterdam charmed us both, despite our fatigue. We shared 24 or so dishes, ranging from mild to medium. We're hoping to return and amp up the heat, since Paul was deferring to my slightly more cautious palate, and I agreed that we could stand it a bit spicier. But the meal couldn't have been any more delicious!
As I write this, most of our second day in Amsterdam is winding down, after a splendid morning at the Rijksmuseum, some strolling, a shared apple pie, a yummy afternoon nap, and, very soon, a walk to a restaurant I'm really excited about, recommended by this savvy traveller and all-round bon-vivant. I'll report more later, and meanwhile leave you with a last few photos. . . .
We all love shoes, right? I "enquired within" about these beauties -- once again was confirmed in my good taste -- They're 300 euros and the podo-therapist who designs/sells them will apparently be in the shop 'round the corner Saturday afternoon. I'll probably pass, unless the drooling hasn't abated by then. That's quite a few euros . . .