My favorite book blogger, The Perpetual Page Turner, has a reoccurring post series called If We Were Having Coffee and I thought I’d borrow her format for this post. So grab your favorite cuppa and join me! If we were having coffee and apple pie, I’d tell you… I’ll actually have tea instead, thanks. English
Now I know what you’re thinking. “You went to more museums?? Hadn’t you exhausted all the museums in Amsterdam by now?” Well, no. There’s always more. But bear with me.
This is part 4 in Museum Hopping in Holland. Read Part 1 to find out how to save on museum entrance fees with the Museum Card. There is a joke in Jewish circles… A Jew has been stranded on a desert island for years. When rescuers eventually arrive they see the man has built two
This is part 3 in Museum Hopping in Holland. Read Part 1 to find out how to save on museum entrance fees with the Museum Card. I have to admit, that I’m actually not a fan of Van Gogh’s work, but when in Amsterdam and you have the opportunity to see the original works of
This is part 2 in Museum Hopping in Holland. Read Part 1 to find out how to save on museum entrance fees with the Museum Card. Dutch houses are famous for having large windows at street level, possibly to show that the family had nothing to hide. With your Museum Card, you’ll be able to
Judging from all the blog posts I read before my trip, Amsterdam’s biggest tourist draw seems to be its Red Light District and its several not exactly legal “coffee” shops. What I didn’t learn is that Amsterdam is actually FULL of museums. So if you’re up for some history and culture, stick with me. This
You know that tea set your grandmother has? The porcelain white one decorated with images painted in blue- probably windmills? The one she won’t let you touch because God-forbid you might break something? Yeah that one. That’s probably because it’s precious Royal Delft Blue pottery. Delft Blue pottery has been manufactured in Delft since the
The girl wore a vibrant blue coat over her floor length dress. She appeared to have just come inside to find a letter awaiting her on the table. Without even sitting down she had opened the letter and began to read. I felt I had caught her in a vulnerable moment. She was absorbed in
The Anne Frank House Museum is not a place I ever imagined I’d visit unless I happened to find myself in Amsterdam. Well, here I am in Amsterdam and last night’s events made visiting this museum seem more imperative and more daunting at the same time.
I reread The Wheel on the School, hoping it would shed some light on the culture of Holland. What I realized is that the small town of fishermen and their families, although fictional, was a great representation of rural Holland in the early 1900s… not exactly the experience I would find today in Amsterdam.