Saturday, Day 27:
After a late breakfast I met with Jennifer to spend the day museum-hopping: contemporary art at the Stedelijk, two small photography museums, and two 17th century aristocratic canal houses. In between and after we had coffee, a drawing session, and dinner at a falafel restaurant.
Sunday, Day 28:
At one in twenty minutes we'll head out to the IJ music festival, at which I hope my opinion of Amsterdam's music will be salvaged. Wherever I've been I've only heard bad music: usually the worst of American imports or the latest baroque techno.
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Doubts in Group Mentality, Local Music
For the ij music festival we boarded a ferry for Amsterdam Noord, in
a spontaneous direction through conflicting advice, urban shipyards and a bridge along the river.
The walk was long, the sky was bare, and the festival was unheard,
so half the mass splintered backwards for two beers and some sleep, while the rest of us,
in the sun picnicked a sidewalk past blackberry vines
in sight of grass by the water. I ran back for the confederates
en trudged back to the loyalists, and sat and walked and talked and tired.
I'll fly home with Berlin's.
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