Some of my Dutch pictures. I have not the slightest desire to return there to live. But Amsterdam will always tug at my heartstrings. I was happy there in my early twenties.
My family of origin is all in the Netherlands, so I have made regular visits back.
Amsterdam was a very different town back in the sixties. The place has always been liberal, and the red-light district in the "walletjes" has been there for ages. But the walk from Grand Central Station to Dam square was not an assault on the senses with ugly blaring blatant sex ads everywhere.
The Jordaan, now a gentrified prize location, was still a working class neighborhood, albeit with a sprinkling of students and artists.
I'll do more another time, but I just had to post these pictures I found on the "miscellaneous"CD that was made from old regular negatives.
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