Some photos from Maastricht and Amsterdam: bicycles, antiques, canals. So poetic I want to cry.
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I’ve been staying in the strangest places, but my Maastricht accommodation was the most curious of all. The Netherlands was clearly into Christianity once upon a time, but in 2012 most of the population is secular, so it seems they’ve taken to converting churches into Other Things, like bookstores and hotels. The hotel I stayed in, Kruisherenhotel-Maastricht, was a working church and monastery in the fifteenth-century. These days it’s a lovely, slightly badass ancient-modern-blend hotel.
Alas, I didn’t have any nun-like outfits with me (oh, the photos that could’ve been), but I do have some new travel fashions to show off, so here they are interspersed with evidence of all the gothic splendour.
I’m wearing a glorious Bettie Page frock I had the good fortune of stumbling upon in a Maastricht rockabilly store (they exist!). It’s all burnt orange and long-sleeved and wonderful. And oh my, would you check out those polka dot contrast seam What Katie Did stockings. Too much fabulous to handle.
That’s the latest. Back soon with ravings about Amsterdam and Dutch bicycles. ❤
I’m still in Maastricht, The Netherlands, still in 60s trapeze coat (now with added leopard print scarf). Lots of bicycles, lots of fries, lots of incomprehensible menus. It’s too cold to take my hands out of my pockets to take photos, but here I am in the Grand Square, also known as the Vrijthof (I swear I’m not making up words).
Let’s play a game: which of the following words are really Dutch, and which are just me mashing at the keyboard then adding double vowels?
Now here I am next to an incomprehensibly-named Church, showing the trapeze coat in all it’s glory:
And here’s the positively to-die-for 110 euro velvet cape I *didn’t* buy:
Ugh, it’s all too much. If anyone needs me, I’ll be camped out beside the velvet evening coats in a Maastricht vintage store called Grifth or Graaght or Grirth or something.
I promise some scenic gothic church hotel vintage fashun photos for my next blog visit. Until then, tot ziens.
*A and C are Dutch, but I’m pretty sure they’re all made up, really.
I’ve traversed three countries since we last spoke – oh, the excitement of it all. I write from Maastricht in The Netherlands, where I’m visiting my prodigal brother. I’m still internetting, of course, so I bring you these ridiculous tourist photos from my morning in London yesterday.
First: Harry Potter. I passed through King’s Cross Station yesterday, so I OBVIOUSLY went via Platform 9 3/4. Fangirl fangirl. I just…I can’t even.
More fangirling fun was had at the British Library. I’m surprised my face didn’t just melt off. I saw the First Folio (omg), Jane Austen’s writing desk, original Beatle’s lyrics, handwritten Sylvia Plath verse and a smorgasbord of other literary treasures in a slightly surreal twenty-minute wander through the exhibitions. Also, the entire original manuscript of On the Road. WHAT EVEN?
1950s skirt The Attic, Las Vegas | Cardigan Louche, London | Shoes Urban Outfitters
So then, to Brussels, where it was difficult to be tired and unhappy because of all the adorable French-speaking and chocolatiers. I managed to woman up enough to practice my French on the Belgians, and gave myself waffles as reward. Mmm waffles. And Brussels is so preeeetty ❤
Back soon with Dutch fashun.