Here I am in Amsterdam… I’m having a good time here, though the city seems to me to be much more quaint and bourgeois than its transgressive reputation in the United States would suggest. Both the prostitutes on display in the Red Light district, and the marijuana cafes, seem pretty sad to me–ridiculous tourist displays for frat boys on spring break or holiday–rather than anything that has much to do with the everyday life of the city.
Amsterdam
Here I am in Amsterdam… I’m having a good time here, though the city seems to me to be much more quaint and bourgeois than its transgressive reputation in the United States would suggest. Both the prostitutes on display in the Red Light district, and the marijuana cafes, seem pretty sad to me–ridiculous tourist displays for frat boys on spring break or holiday–rather than anything that has much to do with the everyday life of the city.