As I cycled home from yoga, I was puzzled to hear the thump thump thump of disco music emanating from boats and to see people sitting on deckchairs on the bridges, prime viewing spots over the canal. Then "RESPECT" blasted out and I remembered: It's Pride Weekend. Float-style barges, ABBA and Aretha, and general fabuolousity would dominate the Jordaan. We had some crucial shopping to do -- bath mat, ADSL modem, sports bra -- but I took my camera out, hoping to get some pictures of 6'7" drag queens or obscenely decorated boats. But, to no avail. Pride seemed somewhat muted by the time we reached the Westerkerk at 4, and we passed only a couple of aging leather queens and I didn't really feel like asking them to pose: You can be too old for assless chaps, in my opinion.
So, here's a picture of the rather excellent goat cheese croquettes we had at
Odeon; they proved extremely reviving after the usual tedious slog round de Bijenkorf -- Amsterdam's only (and overpriced) department store.* While waiting for these to arrive, we looked through a copy of New European Architecture, which fell open at an article on a new gymnasium in Jurmala, of all places. We shall keep an eye out for it when we head there in 10 days' time.
*Although, we did manage to get frozen strawberry daiquari and margarita mixes, so it wasn't all bad.
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