On our third day in Amsterdam, we ventured off to a market together in the morning, and then split up to make time for the Van Gogh Museum. Piano Man had more fun hanging out with his buddies than going to another museum. (He was museumed-out.)
Albert Cuyp Market
Albert Cuyp Market felt much like any other farmer’s market in the morning – the hustle and bustle of people selling goods, food, and drinks.
We ate all the sweets you could think of – stroopwafles (famous in the Netherlands), poffertjes (puffy mini pancakes), fruit smoothies and slushies. The Dutch sure do like their sweets.
Prof ate another Netherlands favorite, herring sandwich – pickled slivered fish sandwiched between onions and more pickles. Prof liked it, but he likes seafood. Not me, so I passed on having fish in the morning.
And if you remember what I wrote about how Cyprus loves “Gangnam Style,” so too do the people in the Netherlands.
Van Gogh Museum
While Aunty S took her two boys and Piano Man to TunFun, an underground rail station turned playground for children, Prof, Linus, and I waited for about an hour before we walked in the front door of the newly renovated Van Gogh Museum. Let me tell you that it was well worth the wait. Just remember to buy your tickets online to bypass the long waiting lines.
The three-story museum was recently renovated to house much of Van Gogh’s work. For a Dutch-born artist who was “active as an artist for ten years (1880-1890),” he created over 800 paintings and 1,000 drawings, not including his watercolours, lithographs, and sketches.
We saw the big hits – “Sunflowers,” “The bedroom,” and “Almond blossom.” Ironically, his other very famous work, “Starry Night,” was for sale in one of the street vendors outside of the museum. I was pretty sure that it was housed at the Musee’ D’Orsay, and after a quick Google check online, but it turns out it is housed in the Museum of Modern Art in New York City.
If tourists aren’t careful, they might buy his Starry Night poster in the wrong city. However, perhaps some tourists don’t mind where they buy a poster of Van Gogh’s work. It’s still a work of art.
On a side note: Because Linus woke up from his nap during our tour of the museum, we had lunch at the museum cafe. We picked up this milk bottle. Linus took a sip, and he made the most grimacing face. He kept pushing the milk away, which was unusual for this kid. I told him it was just milk, proceeded to take a sip and immediately spit it out thinking the milk went bad. Prof took a closer look at the bottle, and he read buttermilk! I never had buttermilk before, and we’ll probably never consume buttermilk again, unless it’s called for in a baking recipe.