My bicycle was finally stolen. I am now quite free to claim a full Amsterdamite experience. And as a true amsterdamite I know that it is absolutely pointless to report it stolen. I will, instead, celebrate the good riddance and just get another one. Everyone, by the way, in anticipation of exactly this situation, rides ugly used bicycles in here. What is the source of new pretty ones is still a mystery to me.
I am going to Bruges in two weeks. There is a basilica there where they have a phial holding a cloth with Christ's blood. Allegedly. No one has ever opened it. And why would they. It would be a bit suicidal for tourism.
And I have finally made peace with the steep museum prices. Even at almost 20 eur per ticket the van Gogh exhibition is so full it is almost impossible to enjoy it.
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