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.
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.