A variety of photos taken around town as I followed one of the pride walks / marches. I walked in the other with friends from work; photographed this one around town; and then observed and photographed the boat parade, which we’ve already shown you in great detail :-). And herewith video, for those of you with sufficient bandwith:
Amsterdam-Rhein Canal (Amsterdam-Rijnkanaal in NL), within city limits but fairly parklike on both banks where it passes through the city. It meets up with the Waal about 20 kilometers west of Nijmegen, of which I showed you a fair bit back in 2022.
It’s the Rijksmuseum. That means “museum of the empire” pretty much, so if that ain’t royal in a country with folks in official roles who are generally recognized as being royal, then tell me how that “palace” from the prior entry in this series gets away with being a palace, hmm? And yeah, I’ll get out and do more palacy stuff again soon since it seems I’ve run through the pics from those summer expeditions :-).
When Anne Frank listened to its chimes (as she mentions in her diary from July 1942) during WWII, Westerkerk (“relatively young,” says one tourist site, having been completed only in 1631…) likely wouldn’t have lit its clock for reasons of fuel and electricity rationing, even if the clockface was wired to be lit, as it is now which you can easily see below and less easily above. This is my principle route in to work, right past the church and the Anne Frank Huis just after it, then the core canals, palace, and on. By this time of year it’s dark again for both the morning and the evening bike commute. Only two weeks apart and taken at almost precisely the same time, so you can readily see how much shorter the days are getting.
Same island, different angles and times of year: above, seen from my apartment around the summer solstice at 22:04; below, seen from the far side at ground level, 10 October at 18:34.
After that week I spent working-remote from Heusden in early July, I biked (as the good, wannabe-more-Dutch person that I am) with my luggage in the front basket on back to Den Bosch for a lovely lunch w/the friend who’d initiated that whole house-swap thingy then the bike-on-train back to A’dam. This pair of what I believe to be white storks was hunting food in the fields between our bike path and the Maas / Meuse, so I photographed them a few different times as they and I were moving the same eastward direction.
(so much world, so little time....) 