we visited the Rembrandt house this afternoon. I didnt think it would be much fun, but i really enjoyed it a lot. The house was filled with several pieces of furniture, paintings and other artifacts he colleted during his life. I found the beds particularly interesting. They were very small and located inside of cabinets. Aparantly they slept sitting up because they were afraid if they layed down to sleep the blood would rush to their heads killing them in the night. It seems funny now, but I suppose its no worse than some of the superstitions we hold on to today.
we saw a demonstration of the etching process he used, it was very complicated. The etchings themselves were amazing. Many of them were no larger than a playing card and most were no larger than an 8x10 print. The level of detail was incredible.
A few of us went to the red light district after returning to the hotel. It was still very light outside so we didn not get the full effect of seeing the streets bathed in a seductive red glow. It was quite disappointing actually. I only saw one woman. She was sitting in a window dressed in red lingere. She was quite old and fairly fat. Not exactly what I had invisioned.
As for the rest of the tale, what happens in Amsterdam...
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