Amsterdam: city of sin and stag parties. I went to the Rijkmuseum - well "Lad". It had just been refurbished after however long and I figured it was one of the big ones to tick off. And yeah, the refurb is pretty good, the building is impressive and all the rooms seem all light and airy, the downside of the new, light, airy rooms is that it completely emphasises how brown ALL Dutch art is. So. Very. Drab. All of it.
Mainly though, I went to Antwerp. Which may just be the coolest city I've ever been to. That is if you count "cool" by how many art galleries and cheese shops somewhere has, which I do. Seriously, so many art galleries. Maybe 1 in 5 buildings, until you get to the artist district, by which time it's 2 in 3 - and the things that aren't art galleries are trying to be - clothes shops called Your with a sign in the window "We will rip you off"; basically an art gallery. It was a whole city of Chorlton.
Slight gripe: I feel like all I've eaten is chips, sorry frites. Even going out in the evening my bucket of mussels came with chips (conversation: "Have you tried muscle sausage?" "Erm?" "Sausage, for your mussels." - he meant sauce - I didn't correct him). I feel somewhat starchy.
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