Dam Square Reaper

In all the books, they tell you to go to Dam Square to people watch. It's a beautiful day - 55 and sunny. People sit along the fringe. Most town squares are filled with street performers, musicians and magicians alike. Not today. Today it is five morbid costumes standing on milk cartons. The reaper, two V for Vendettas, a sad clown and a hell raiser type. No one approaches them, nor do they engage the passing by. Instead they each just stand there, on their crates being morbidly ignored.

*sigh* the life of a ghoul.

Lastly

I really spent most of my day getting lost. Like off the map lost. After which I was nodding off to a canal boat cruise. By before being lost I spent some time at the Anne Frank House.

A weird feeling indeed. Where the tourists on the floor above you make you feel the presence of the hidden family so many years ago. I could feel their ghosts haunting that building. Anne's room still pasted with photos of celebrity and royalty... Not unlike Bridget's top bunk.

Moving. But I can't really describe why.

Nightlight

The one cool thing in my room.

Should have used the real camera..

So many bikes. This was a bike parking lot near central station... And I used to have trouble finding my car at Mayfair Mall. Four zigzagging levels of black cruisers.
It's cool too see everyone biking. That's how parents pick up their kids from school and how boyfriends pick up girlfriends.

Just architecture

And yes, I have only been taking photos with my iPhone. But don't you worry, I am lugging my SLR around to beef up my traps.

Boats AND Architecture

Boats

On one of the canals whose name I can't pronounce.

You must be very very small

The bathroom door is literally only 16" wide and only has 6" before it hits the side of the bed. The staircase to the fourth floor is not for the weak-kneed.

This is how Holland welcomes you

Ps I can't figure out how to attach multiple photos...

My Orchid

I'm not really sure how my orchid got this way. Sometimes I feed it ice cubes. Sometimes my bottom of the cup backwash. Most times I ignore it. And almost always I am waiting for the green stalk to just DO something.

I don't know how or why, but for being dormant for two years my orchid has finally bloomed. And just in time for me to be out of the country unable to enjoy it's blossom.

Oh well. I hope I don't know this much again next year and hopefully I will be around to see the fusia open.