We LOVED Amsterdam!


What a pretty city! The weather was terrible the whole time we were there, but we didn't let it stop us. We toured nonstop, all day, each of the four days we had. Mike and I took more than 800 pictures, but don't worry, I won't bore you with all of them. I will start with a few highlights -- Anne Frank's house, the flower market, and the red light district.
This is the long line that we stood in (over an hour) to get into the Anne Frank house. You can't tell, but the line stretches all the way to the back of the end building, and around the corner. It was freezing cold, snowing, and very windy. The line probably wouldn't have seemed too bad except for the nasty conditions outside. I am sure my midwest relatives are really feeling sorry for me...not!! I am certainly a desert girl at this point in my life. Where is the sun?!! I'm COLD!

The house at 263 Prinsengracht (Prince's canal) is where Anne Frank and 7 other people hid from the Nazis for 25 months during WW2. You can see the front of the building in the photo below: it is the house with 9 tall rectangular windows (6 of them dark, and 3 of them lighter) and the dark green doorway below.

This front part (blue in the photo below) of the building held the offices and warehouse for Anne's father's business, Opekta. He made a good living selling spices and pectin for making jelly. It was connected by a staircase to a back house (green in the photo below), and the top two floors of this back portion was where the family hid.

This is the famous swinging bookcase that was built by one of Anne's father's employees to conceal the entrance to the secret annex:
We went through this entrance and up a VERY steep wooden staircase. Canal houses are very narrow and tall; so to conserve space, the staircases were extremely steep. There was not enough room on the step to put your whole foot, I had to turn mine sideways to feel secure. It is more like a ladder than a staircase. It's a bad photo (small space), hope you can see what I am talking about!
I was surprised at how small the rooms were, and to think that 8 people lived here for over 2 years, in silence for most of the day! As time went on, and tension between the people in the annex grew, the space seemed smaller still. This is a photo of the room Anne shared with a middle aged dentist named Mr. Pfeffer:

It held two small beds, a desk, and a chair. Anne glued pictures of movie stars to the walls, and they remain today, covered in glass. Below is a picture of the Westerkerk -- the church Anne writes about in her diary. It is just down Prinsengracht from her house. She wrote that its chiming bells reminded her that there "was still good in the world". She could see the bell tower when she peeked out the attic window in the hiding place.

This is a pretty view (I think) of Prinsengracht Canal. This was taken just down the street from the hiding place.

I am sure you are familiar with the story -- they were betrayed and arrested in 1945, 25 months after going into hiding. All eight in hiding were sent to Westerbork transit camp, and then to various concentration camps across Germany. Anne and her sister, Margot, died from typhus within days of each other at Bergen-Belsen camp. Anne's father was the only one that survived. Anne's dairy had been saved after the raid, and given to her father after he returned to Amsterdam. Of course, it was published, and the story has made its way around the world.
It is such a sad story -- and just one of millions there are to tell from the Holocaust. My Uncle Dewey was in the Army, and was one of the troops that liberated Flossenbürg concentration camp in Germany. By the time they freed the camp in 1945, more than 30,000 prisoners had died at Flossenbürg. He told me once, "Janice, don't let anyone ever tell you that the Holocaust didn't happen. I am here to tell you that it did. I held those people in my arms, and I gave them water to drink. Soon, all of us that were there will be gone, and there won't be any more eye witnesses. It really happened. Don't ever forget it." Sigh...I miss you, Uncle Dew!
Not too far from Prinsengracht Canal is the Bloemenmarkt -- or flower market -- of Amsterdam. It is built on many floating barges, and sells everything from bulbs, to flowers, to marijuana seeds! The flowers were gorgeous, and we (of course) took many pictures to prove it.





I'll tell you more about the drug culture in Amsterdam in a later chapter.
We took a city tour, which included a stop in the infamous Red Light District. All I can say is, I took a hot, soapy shower when I got back to out hotel. Ewwwww......yuck! Supposedly, it is one of the safest areas of Amsterdam, due to the fact that there are 2 police stations in this small section of town, and there are surveillance cameras all over the place. Believe it or not, there is a PIC (prostitute information center) where you can go and get all your questions answered. No – we didn’t go in, our tour guide gave us WAY more information than we needed. Trust me. You can buy a map at the PIC that guides customers to alleys that feature girls of certain nationalities, age, sexual preference or “specialties”. The girls (and guys, and transvestites) rent out windows along these alleys and main streets, and the windows are lit with a red fluorescent light. 
They pose provocatively in their windows, trying to attract business. Most are dressed in bikinis, some even less. As interested people pass by, they choose a girl they like, and attempt to negotiate a price with her. If the girl likes the prospective client (apparently they are picky), she’ll let the client in. She then closes the curtains and, well...I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. According to our guide, the girls rent their windows from a rental office in the district. They pay €50-€150 per 8 hour period, and charge anywhere from €25-€50 for a 20 minute visit. They make an average of €500 per day. Ewwww…yuck. Sorry, enough on this subject. I feel like I need to go spray myself down with Lysol.
Below you'll find a picture of Baba Bar which is in the district. It is a "coffeshop", which means that yes, you CAN get coffee here, but it is also a place for potheads to hang out and buy/smoke marijuana. There are tons of these places all over Amsterdam, and the stench finds it's way out onto the street - which is quite unpleasant. Apparantly, Baba's is a favorite hangout of Mike Tyson, Quentin Tarantino, George Michael, and numerous other celebrities.
Tarantino stayed at the Winston Hotel (seen below) when he was in Amsterdam, this is where he wrote the cult favorite "Pulp Fiction". In case the picture confuses you, the door opens up to both the hotel lobby, and the St. Christopher hostel. Tarantino stayed in the 2nd floor room on the left.
Well, I guess I have bored you enough for today. I will add another chapter soon! Hope you have enjoyed this colorful (in more ways than one!) tour of part of Amsterdam!