Katz' Paws: The tour of revelations (contd.)

Today once again I have embarked on my weekly Friday-bike-tour-of-revelations. With a camera! Not the best day for taking pictures, I thought, all grey and dark and threatening to start raining any minute. And I was completely right, of course - the pictures turned out to be awful and blurry (that's also because half of them I took while riding the bike). But anyways. The day before a spoke to a reasonable study abroad and we were complaining to each other how it's getting a bit depressing, probably because of the lack of sunlight, and she said yes, of course, with this unpredictably ominous weather one is bound to stay indoors more that would be considered normal. So I thought it was about time to learn to ignore what the outside looks like. To the detriment of the quality of pictures, that is.

So today I was asked for directions to the Central Station. This happens to me in every new place and very early on and never once yet I have failed to provide the directions. That's just because a place being new and me having a moderate map fetish go very well together. Another question is why I am constantly being asked. When I was a bit younger and more naive I used to think that's because I looked like a local. Here is a better theory: I seem to act like a local. When I walk alone I tend to be in a hurry, and the more destination-less the walk is the more in a hurry I am. This, it seems, to the outside eye appears as if I really know where I'm going (and what can be easier than looking like you know where you are going when you don't particularly care where you are going?).

Here's another revelation. It seemed surprising at first that there are so many Subways around, as many as McDonalds if not more. The solution, it dawned on me today, must lie in the dietary habits of the Dutch having just one warm meal a day.

Two encounters with unlucky celebrities also. I passed by the house where Anne Frank lived and stopped by the park in which vicinity Theo van Gogh was killed to take a picture of "The Scream" placed there in his memory (below).

Now to the pictures.