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As some of you may know, once a year The Netherlands celebrates the birthday of its monarch. When Beatrix stepped down her son, Willem-Alexander 's birthday was celebrated as Kingsday, replacing Queensday. This was my outfit for this edition. Too bad you can't see I'm wearing shiny socks. Downtown was way too crowded for me with more people out on the streets than Amsterdam has inhabitants and my 1.40m in length. But there was enough to see in a part of town, hardly discovered by tourists, foreign or domestic. Small pockets of friends and families celebrated the joyous occasion, usely wearing orange pieces of clothing: outside bars but also on the sidewalk outside homes:
The parks were for children selling their parents' old toys and ripping off partygoers for an euro with easy looking but rather hard games. Many variations of "guess where the little ball went".
On the small stage outside a bar, hiding behind the people in this picture, a friend played some blues with his newly formed band and someone noticed I wasn't holding an alcoholic beverage so gave me one. It's the Kingsday way.
The parks were for children selling their parents' old toys and ripping off partygoers for an euro with easy looking but rather hard games. Many variations of "guess where the little ball went".
On the small stage outside a bar, hiding behind the people in this picture, a friend played some blues with his newly formed band and someone noticed I wasn't holding an alcoholic beverage so gave me one. It's the Kingsday way.
Just to show you what a beautiful day it was with clear blue skies, this picture of a building near my place:
Do you have a nationwide party with fleemarkets and people celebrating everywhere?============================
This weeks poem is inspired by my dear mother's passing, exactly eight years ago:
The Name of the Horse (a #poem)
The wonderful web was woven
and she knew the name of the horse.
It was the first day of May
and all the flowers had gone.
Taken away
from the empty bed,
once filled with
a lifetime of memories
but now only home
to a plastic matras
once occupied by a mistress
and she remembered:
the wonderful web was woven
and she knew the name of the horse
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I like that corner shot.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenIt looks festive and fun. Happy Kingsday!
BeantwoordenVerwijderenHey, okay with you if I celebrate Kingsday here in the US, a little bit late. My kind of celebration, except I am celebrating your King and not our president.
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