Waking up

I actually slept pretty well considering it was absolutely the wrong time to go to sleep and wake up in the morning. Second day of a trip like this is when the jet lag really hits, and you have to force your way through the day. You may not feel horrible, but you never feel really good. It's also gray and ever so slightly drizzly. Sounds like the perfect day for a museum.

Which is what we're doing today. I got myself out of bed around eight, had some coffee to set my body clock and then went for a walk. The hotel is a block from the Anne Frank house. As I walked along the street I could see that at 8:30 in the morning the line was already halfway around the block to get in. I don't know if we just got lucky last time, but I don't remember waiting anything like that to get in. 

Because of the cold drizzly thing, I didn't want to go to far from the hotel, so I zigzagged through local streets. It's very pretty here, not pretty the way French somehow managed to do it. It's more utilitarian, but still with a little bit of an eye for what might be attractive. Also bicycles friggin everywhere. There's a pretty good number with people riding them and thousands more chained to every conceivable immovable object and to each other.