On my way home from the fish shop, I saw another middle-aged Dutch woman standing her ground (if that's possible on a bike) against an impatient and rather large dust cart. There's a tricky corner on the Prinsengracht/Brouwersgracht (by Tabac, for you Amsterdam natives) with lots of bikes, tourists, and the odd, ill-advised car trying to get round on market day. Today, said dust cart tore round the corner at speed, had to slam on its brakes to avoid a number of cyclists, and then swerved round them and sped off again -- only to be brought up short by our middle-aged cyclist. Much squealing of brakes ensued, but mevrouw did not speed up or pull over to the side of the road; she just kept cycling at her own pace, causing the dust cart to repeatedly slam on its brakes and toot its horn. All to no avail. I could hear the alternate squeal/toot continuing all the way up to the Harlemmerstraat, much to the driver's annoyance, no doubt.
Hurrah for echte Jordaanse vrouwen!
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