Museums 'n stuff. It was a nice relief to walk around on the grass, since the pedestrian areas/pavements aren't marked with any particular distinction, so most of the time in the city was spent either trying to avoid cars seemingly driving on pedestrian areas, or being run over by bikes.
...much better! Our favourite little Italian place in the Leidseplein, near our hotel. I say favourite - we actually only went in two Italian places, so it wasn't much of an accolade. Beer glasses were huge though.
Now, hypothetically, if someone wanted to take part in the completely legal consumption of certain plant-based narcotic substances, then one might find a good coffeshop to go to, and mark it on a map.
I think I was just singing.
Danish people. Specifically, Danish girls.
Danish girls getting drinks for free as it was Ladies Night. (no apostrophe needed)
Because of the exchange rate & Holland's exploitation of the British penchant for BeerBeerBeer!!!! Beer!!! -we were buying a round of three drinks, for...
(Three drinks, remember)
...TWENTY FOUR EFFING POUNDS AND FIFTY EFFING PENCE!
-but the music was ridiculous and fun, so we stayed and became poor, and after about an hour, I finally got one of the Danish girls to get me a free drink. Result!
I did have to buy her a shot for £7 first though. Which is less of a result, really.
We had a wander 'round the Red Light district before we left. Strange atmosphere - but it definitely seems like the Netherlands have a much healthier attitude towards soft drugs and the sex industry than many other countries. We denied their enthusiastic offers of special cuddles, and wandered through the canals towards the Rembrandtplein, one of the city's main squares.