I awoke this morning very early to the sound of someone’s suitcase being dragged along the paved square in front of out hotel. We arrived in Brussels last night very late. The train was delayed on route sadly due to someone taking their life on the tracks. An unfortunate incident that happens all over the world each day I guess. Something else that is also universally common are the crazy skills of taxi drivers. Talk about taking your life in your own hands.
Our Sunday in Amsterdam passed very quickly. We walked more around the streets, cruised the canals on a tour, bought a beautiful print from some artist’s markets called art plein spui. Quite a small, market with only a dozen or so stalls, but the quality of the works was worth the diversion. I had a lovely conversation with artist, Marjan Smit about her drypoint prints. We decided to buy one of the small works called Eigen Drunk.
The market is open on Sundays from 10am-6pm, March to December.
By the time we found a warm and cosy place to have a late lunch, we realised that it was time to get our bags, head for the train station and farewell the city. We noted that there is a great variety of restaurants to choose from. Including, Indonesian (being an ex colony of this region) and also Argentinean cuisine. So if you love your meet you won’t have trouble finding somewhere to eat. I was surprised not to see more seafood focused restaurants. Not that I eat a lot of seafood myself, but given Amsterdam’s accessibility to the seas I thought there would be perhaps be more on the fish scene. The bakeries were good, and I have no doubt they will continue to impress our tastebuds as we venture south.
So my day ahead awaits. Weather today is meant to be lousy, but I am prepared. Today is my first day on my own. Mr N and his work colleague have already left for the conference here in Brussels. They are setting up for a poster presentation and a big day of networking I guess. I have a list of shops, and places of interest to visit and may head to Brugge tomorrow.