I’ve visited museums before, sometimes quite willing to explore the dinosaur skeletons and abstract art (a perfect indication of my inner Ross). However, my boredom level tends to rise fast, and inexplicably I land up waiting for the rest of my family at the giftshop.
When we arrived in Amsterdam’s airport, travel brochures on glass racks greeted us, and I picked up a few. Not surprisingly, Amsterdam is home to some of the most famous museums in the world, including the Anne Frank House, Stedelijk Modern Museum and the house of Rembrandt.
This time, I tried to conquer all of the museums. The Anne Frank House was the house that Anne had grown up in. The bedrooms were bare, stairs were steep and narrow. Her most famous quotes, lined the grey walls.
The Stedelijk museum was dedicated to modern art, and while yes, some of the paintings were really interesting, some had complex meanings behind them, and some bordered on totally abstract. The giftshop for this museum, however, was definitely worth exploring; it contained loads of weird stationery that could be used to take advantage of unsuspecting teachers and annoying partners.
Not surprisingly, we visited the Van Gogh Museum, and saw thousands of his famous sketches of flowers, trees and potato eaters.
While in a small Dutch village, Zaanse Schans, we went to a clogs museum, and I learnt that while a diverse selection of shoes is bound to make one feel better, clog should not be included in that diverse selection.
Top: Staircase at the Stedelijk
Lower: The Anne Frank Huis