Sunday, May 6, 2007
Wall Poetry
I found a site called www.muurgedichten.nl, which means Wall Poetry. Several of these scenes were featured. It sounds like they were painted as part of the Wall Poetry project. Very interesting . . . .
Rapenburg Canal
Verses in Leiden
Rijnsburger Canal
Dinner on Alphin-on-the-Rijn
We got off the train in Alphin and dinner at Protos, a Spanish Tapas restaurant. As is obvious from this photo, Alphin has more modern buildings--not as pretty, as far as I'm concerned, but our seats next to the river made up for that. Earlier, small boats had been speeding down the river--luckily, they weren't noisy crafts. What a relaxing dinner we had before hopping back on the train for the evening ride back to Leiden.
Mix Sign
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Entrance to Utrecht Central Museum
Party next to the canal
People were out in full-force, enjoying the warm weather! The sidewalk cafes were packed and other people set up tables in the center of town. One group was playing poker and drinking beer and wine, between the street and the canal.
In this snapshot, there is a group having what looks to be a craft-party. Later in the day, that group was gone and there were about four or five tables set up, each full of women working on some kind of craft. Looked like fun--it would be a great place for a calligraphy workshop--as long as it wasn't a windy day!
Utrecht
Our planning for the weekend didn't quite work out. We were in the U.S. for most of April, waiting for our work visas to be processed. We forgot that Queen's Day, April 30, was a holiday and by the time we tried to make reservations to go to Paris, the trains were all booked.
I missed the tulip fields! By the time I was authorized to enter the Netherlands again, they had passed their peak. I heard that the season was extra short this time, due to a draught--no rain for several weeks.
We decided to spend the weekend locally for a change, and on Saturday, Faye, Heidi and I took the train to Utrecht, about a 40 minute, very pleasant ride. Along the way, we saw pasture, after pasture, with at least one baby lamb. Spring is here!
My guidebook talked about the canals in Utrecht being dug out, so that their level was 10 feet below street level--that compensated for changes in the Rheine River level. I don't know what they used those warehouses for, since I would think that they would have expecteded flood ingfrom time to time.
Late April in Netherlands: Dinner at Rhodos; dock
Rhodos is our favorite Greek Restaurant and now that it's warm, they have a floating platform set up with lots of outdoor tables. Everyone is taking advantage of the warm weather and most of the tables were full, even though it was fairly early for dinner. I never needed a coat or jacket this entire April-May trip, even at night.
April in Scottsdale: Joyce's Clogs
Pre-P\peak Flower Fields
Amsterdam Heraldry
Zaans Historical Museum
Next we went to one of the most interesting museums I had ever been to, the Zaans Historical Museum. We spent several hours, even though it was a fairly small museum. Here is the text on display at the exhibits entrance, translated from Dutch:
Rotating sails, wind and water. Green Zaans houses. . . Home. Life in the Zaan region. Look at the Zaans bracket clock, the painted household goods, the Assendelft cupboard. Enjoy the atmosphere of bygone days. Follow the drama of Zaandam and dream on. . .
The sound of windmills, the factory whistle. The scent of wood and cocoa. The sweat of earning one's living. Paddle wheels and axles. . . a life of toil in the 'Red' Zaan region. Listen: to the beat of hammers, the singing of workers, the clank of steel and the hiss of steam . . . Listen, it's a Zaans symphony
Wind . . . the life-force of the Zaan region. Whisperings of stories. The Zaan region at work. Processing cocoa, flour,, paint, mustard, oil, timber. . . Paintings made with oil and paint from the windmills; portraits of Zaans pride. Feel the wind, natural energy.
To Broek in Waterland or Nova Zembla, near or far, the only way to travel was by water. Or over the ice, with ice boats and sleds. Water . . . the Zaan region's vital artery for transport, trade and shipbuilding. The route to the whale fisheries. Whale oil refineries, a heroic past. See the whale bones, left high and dry in the Zaan region . . .
Rotating sails, wind and water. Green Zaans houses. . . Home. Life in the Zaan region. Look at the Zaans bracket clock, the painted household goods, the Assendelft cupboard. Enjoy the atmosphere of bygone days. Follow the drama of Zaandam and dream on. . .
The sound of windmills, the factory whistle. The scent of wood and cocoa. The sweat of earning one's living. Paddle wheels and axles. . . a life of toil in the 'Red' Zaan region. Listen: to the beat of hammers, the singing of workers, the clank of steel and the hiss of steam . . . Listen, it's a Zaans symphony
Wind . . . the life-force of the Zaan region. Whisperings of stories. The Zaan region at work. Processing cocoa, flour,, paint, mustard, oil, timber. . . Paintings made with oil and paint from the windmills; portraits of Zaans pride. Feel the wind, natural energy.
To Broek in Waterland or Nova Zembla, near or far, the only way to travel was by water. Or over the ice, with ice boats and sleds. Water . . . the Zaan region's vital artery for transport, trade and shipbuilding. The route to the whale fisheries. Whale oil refineries, a heroic past. See the whale bones, left high and dry in the Zaan region . . .
The Windmills
Restaurant Sign
Copperplate on Zaanse Schons Shop
Zaanse Schons Shops
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