A late night visit to Rembrandtplein.
In the hours before the city shuts down… A semi-desperate hustle to make the very best of the rest of the night.
Snack bars serve as watering holes for Amsterdam’s various tribes.
The boys grabbed a bite to eat, and washed it down with their favourite beverages.
How many of us have seen this message and thought: Ah yes!
Sooner or later someone’s going to catch you looking in.
I believe this is what the headlamps saw: just before they turned the corner and zoomed off.
A screaming tram bell. And those two walk on as if all the noise has nothing to do with them.
An untamed motorcycle roars by: the noise causes a quartet of ladies to jump and fizz.
The Masters of Food continue to serve the right amount at the right time.
…and sometimes you fall so deep into a conversation you don’t realise everyone else has gone home. The restaurant is yours…
Some parts of a good night out include sitting down for a while and catching one’s breath.
I know. But still… Night changes everything: especially the trees.
The quiet moment in between two interesting events: everything looks fine and dandy.
A city without its metal heroes is like an egg without a shell 🙂
…and there go the Night Brothers: on the prowl for laughs, action, and then oblivion. They like it that way.
“Are you sure this is the way?” Someone asks. Nobody answers and everyone keeps on walking.
Don’t ever forget the scooters: they too deserve the occasional night out.
As the square metre price of commercial space climbs through the roof, Amsterdam’s start-ups find increasingly creative solutions for office meetings.
Get off, get on; go here, then there. The only plan you need is the one you’re still trying to put together…
Nothing to worry about: the brochure swears the statues never move. On the other hand, brochures don’t always tell you everything.
“United we stand; at least on this particular spot. Move anywhere else sister, and I’m afraid you’re going to be on your own.”
“Are you sure these statues ’are’ statues? Because this hand feels a lot warmer than I expected.” “Stop worrying, stand still, and let me take the photograph.”
No matter what happens and no matter what anyone says: just keep on dancing. You’ll get there in the end.
That drawn out moment just before everyone decides what to do next…
It’s almost ’last tram time’—low energy, tired out feet, and things like that…
We all have somewhere to be or go, but it’s not always that easy to find.
Paraphrased cliché time… “There are two kinds of night people: those who find their place and stay; and those who are destined to walk and walk until the sun comes up.”
Hmm, and now time for a…