I’ve written more than enough about making an environment your own by exploring it on foot, and will not add to that. But underlying all the blabbering is my experience that it’s fun to be out in fascinating cityscapes. The juxtapositions, the diversity, the street food, the many local others enjoying the same places, so difficult to get across by words, but retracing one of my route finds yesterday with Marjan taking her camera resulted in a couple of snapshots that may transmit at least some of that.
I find the fun to be had on the streets very difficult to reconcile with the city as marketed to expats and the local upper classes, which is all about the places to be, eat, party, shop and spend. Had a brunch at one of those, Liquid Laundry, on the Saturday with my daughter and her colleagues; nothing wrong with this New York style gastro-pub, that gets good reviews from the glitterati bloggers, but it sure didn’t beat my street noodles, nor Marjan’s wanton soup in either atmosphere nor taste, let alone price (yes we’re Dutch). But then I’m a party-pooping Dutch geriatric, beyond redemption on all accounts.