The last day in Amsterdam started off with a visit to the Rijksmuseum where they have a very big collection of Dutch art, spanning all the way from the Middle Ages to the 20th century. I was a bit tired after the night before, but it was still interesting. Their most famous painting is "The Night Watch" by Rembrandt, but they also have paintings by Vermeer, Van Gogh, Steen and other important Dutch artists.
After the Rijksmuseum I went back to the hostel to rent a bike. It was amazing, I didn't realise how much I missed biking. I haven't even say on a bike since we left Norrköping in early September last year, so it had been a long time. But it was really nice biking around Amsterdam in the nice weather. After a while I parked the bike and sat down at a restaurant terrace. I sat there in the sun reading, eating a delicious teppanyaki and just enjoying it - vacationing on your own is amazing!
With the luncheon over with, I went shopping a little. I actually bought a pair of jeans, a pair of jean shorts and a dress - all things I've thought about buying for a long time. I also had time to visit some churches, a flea market and biking around the canals just enjoying myself. For dinner, I bought take away pasta from a restaurant and sat down in the grass at Museumpleijn once again with my book and my dinner. When it started to get cold I went back to the hostel and hung out there for a while, chatting to the guy in the reception and preparing for leaving.
Woke up to this view outside the dorm room window ☺️
The Night Watch by Rembrandt
I bought some Dutch pancakes called poffertjes and sat down by one of the canals, once again with my book ^^
All in all it was an amazing weekend and I couldn't be happier that I did it! I would definitely recommend Amsterdam to anyone, I fell in love with the city and really want to go back sometime. The Dutch were also much nicer than the Parisians, which was a weird experience to someone used to the halfhearted, sometimes directly unkind service of the French, haha. It was also a weird feeling returning to Paris and realising that French is the "home language" right now - i.e. the language spoken where I live and the language that I'm used to. Well well, now I'm back anyway and trying to make the most of the few weeks we have left here 😔