
In the year I lived on the P.C. Hoofstraat, around the corner from the Museumplein, I spent 3 of 5 weekdays drinking coffee in the cafe, chatting with my good friend Beppi, then a curator of prints and admiring contemporary art.
Most businesses, including museums, gave their employees two coffee breaks, one in the mid-morning, the other around half past three. The length of the breaks permitted us quite a bit of chatter.
I loved those coffee hours!
But I suspect all these years later, years of renovations and reconstruction, I might not recognize my old neighbourhood.
No comments:
Post a Comment