Sunday, May 7, 2017

Ah-Ah-Amsterdam 2017, Day 4

Plans to view the Romanovs and Revolution exhibit at the Hermitage in Amsterdam are cheerfully upended by actual sun in the sky and KT whisks us on an even better tour.  As we depart her sunny and beautiful flat overlooking the Amstel, KT hands us a picture of a bewigged and superior-looking 17th c. gent.  We are on a mission!  Turns out that she lives almost next door to the former home of Conraed van Beuningen, the mad mayor of Amsterdam.  CvB was an intellectual, an experienced diplomat, well-connected, and probably because of all these things, also filthy rich.  The money was likely from both inheritance and his position as a director of the Dutch East India Company in the mid 1600s, which as you know by now was a pretty damn good time to be a director of the Dutch East India Company.  And, he was a six-time mayor of Amsterdam, so clearly someone liked him.  But he also had a bit of the bi-polar, and that’s a challenge.  After he lost all his money, things went downhill, and during one fit of madness, CvB wrote Kabbalistic signs and messages on the outside of his house, in his own blood.  You can still see them!  There are pentacles and ships and almost illegible writing.  CvB died penniless except for some furniture and a painting by some Dutch guy named Rembrandt, which is reportedly still in the house. 
The blood bit may be apocryphal (there are skeptics among our party) but who cares, it makes for a great story. 
Lightness prevails in our day after that gruesome tale, and we make a stop to visit the elegant Willet-Holthuysen House, see the Tuschinsky Theater, tram it to Centraal and then take a ferry across the IJ (pronounced eye) river, which is really more just a passage way to the North Sea than an actual river.  A brief visit to the bustling Eyefilmmuseum results in souvenir flipbooks for all.  It is a whirlwind day made more so by this crazy wind.  We are sorry to say tot ziens[1] to the Funcles today but are somewhat soothed by a large platter of extremely tasty frites at dinner. 
Fortunately, I looked at the Anne Frank tix tonight and discovered that it is tomorrow at 10 am.  Scheduling disaster averted.





[1] “Bye!” in Dutch.

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