Amsterdam: few words, mainly pictures of chairs

The Rijks Museum, as seen from my hotel window.

Just 36 hours in Amsterdam.   Yes, your gentle hero has invested her time loitering in a gallery, drinking European coffee and discovering that Australian directness and Dutch bluntness are perfectly matched for very productive business.

And by European coffee, I mean wine.

But you probably already guessed that, yes?

I’m in a society that created wonders of art and architecture, cares for them and values them. And I can smell it. It’s tangible.

After falling into bed sometime past midnight from Tel Aviv, I opened the curtains and discovered this.

The Rijks Museum, as seen from my hotel window.
The Rijks Museum, as seen from my hotel window.

The Rijks Museum is next door. Whoa.

Yes, well we all know I love a Rembrandt, a Van Gogh, a Vermeer or a good chunk of Delftware as much as anyone else who wears black and catches trams in Melbourne, but it’s breakfast time, and I need to invest my time wisely…

This one's for the furniture nerds: Michel de Klerk (1884-1923)
This one’s for the furniture nerds: Michel de Klerk (1884-1923)

Come on – a built in ashtray! – this suite is BEGGING for an occupant with a bohemian addiction and a casual disregard for polite society.

My kind of decadence.
My kind of decadence.

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My god, I love a good chair.
My god, I love a good chair.
It gets better, your chair fiends.
It gets better, you chair fiends.
Yes - The Womb Tomb. Ferdi, 1968.
Yes – The Womb Tomb. Ferdi, 1968.
State sanctioned opium trade - Java - 1894
State sanctioned opium trade – Java – 1894

Do forgive me: I hope my photos will suffice I’m running low on words. I’m having a rather wonderful, but tiring week –

Breakfast tomorrow with an old, dear friend.

Then to Istanbul for round three.

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