Noordermarkt

June 4, 2010

NoordermarktAfter last week’s experiences with the Albert Cuypmarkt, it seemed prudent to try the other “talked about” market in Amsterdam, the Noordermarkt (North Market).  As the story goes, one should visit the Noordermarkt on a Saturday morning, where you can take advantage of the boerenmarkt (farmer’s market) as well as a leisurely walk around the flea markets, where you can find an abundance of interesting trinkets.  Sifting through the contents of someone’s house might not appeal to everyone, but here it is certainly a low-cost way to spend a Saturday morning.  Besides, if you happen to get hungry, there is always apple pie close by. Read the rest of this entry »

Albert Cuypmarkt

May 27, 2010

Hey thanks! Yeah I’ll have that spring roll for a euro! Oh, and that delicious, hot stroopwafel, alstublieft. Oh, you want to give me that freshly squeezed orange juice too? While we are here, let’s just get a kilo of chicken fillets for five euro, and a bag of 20 red chilies for 1.50. Chili Chicken anyone?

Consider this your only warning! The Albert Cuypmarkt is awesome. Located on Albert Cuypstraat in the Amsterdam suburb of De Pijp, it’s a short stroll from the Heineken Experience. It is large, meaning that it has over 300 stalls, and it is diverse, meaning that in the space of just a few blocks, you can get practically anything.  So, make sure to bring some coin, and a backpack of some kind, because you wont be going home empty handed.  You cannot resist its powers.  If you didn’t bring a wad of money, you’ll end up walking all over town looking for a geldautomat and, I don’t know about you, but I still can’t say that in Dutch.

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Street Art

May 13, 2010

To some it offends.  To others, it inspires.  To me, I capture it and share.  Does that imply I condone it?  Or have I simply captured a slice of life?  By distribution, have I offended or inspired?  Do the artists who dreamed these images expect for it to stand the test of time?  Or, do they expect it to be wiped clean like a splattered kitchen bench-top on a fortnightly basis by an overworked unappreciative city council man?

In either case, it is transitory, and has a lifetime, as do all things.