Someone at last night’s party told me that 2 years ago you couldn’t buy any house in Amsterdam below 187000 guilders if you weren’t already a resident of the city for at least five years. If that is still the case, I can forget about the house on Wilhelminastraat that I’m checking out tomorrow.
I walked past it last night before going to the party and the street looked a bit scruffy. Lots of bikes parked on the sidewalk, so that probably means lots of students. Some of the houses on the street looked dingy, others looked prim and proper. ‘Mine’ was an inbetweenie – it definitely needed a paint job on the outside. All the curtains were closed so there was no telling what the inside might be like.
The neighbourhood looked lively enough with shops and bars and only a few minutes walk to the main street & tram (Overtoom).
I spent most of Sunday strolling around the city of Deventer. My dad had been invited to the authors’ lunch by his publishers. It was a typically bland Dutch lunch (the quiches were tasteless and raw) of mostly sandwiches and soup. I’ll probably gripe about Dutch food in a future edition of ‘Flat’ my column about Dutch culture.
90.000 people were expected to visit this biggest book fair of Europe. I thought it was quite enjoyable, if a bit crowded. If only I hadn’t been forced to wear my dress shoes for the occasion – I don’t know how many stalls we passed, but my feet started complaining half way through.
I found some gorgeous books from the 20’s and 30’s but they were way too expensive for me. I also dug up a more recent book on Bauhaus (the movement, not the band). My dad was interested so I held back and let him buy it so I can borrow it! My interest in Bauhaus lies mainly with graphic design and architecture – I have very little love for Kandinski’s paintings.
I’ve a bit of a throat on me… cough cough.