One afternoon late in the week we spent in Amsterdam, we were taking a lovely walking tour (veeerrrrry slowly, in deference to our poor aching feet) of the Jordaan, a gorgeously canal-filled neighborhood in the city near our hotel. We spent a lot of time in the Jordaan, window shopping, dining, and sipping gin and Belgian beer. It's historically the working class neighborhood, but is becoming increasingly an arty, gallery-choked enclave of groovy bohemian-types. This is a bridge in the nearby Western Islands area, a somewhat spooky, eerily quiet area the day we were wandering in it.
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