Having jaunted over Titanic Style to Holland recently, I wasn’t looking for the obvious that Amsterdam has to offer. Having only 6 hours in total to spend in the city meant some meticulous planning was initially involved, and then subsequently thrown out the window. However, I did fulfil my personal mission and instead of succumbing to the, shall we say, more ‘touristic’ pleasures of Dam, I went in quiet search of the ‘Nine Streets’ or the ‘De Negen Straatjes’ to speak native.
Situated only a few minutes from the Royal Palace and Dam Square, the Nine Streets sit in the heart of the Canal district and are home to an array of weird and wonderful, as well as designer and vintage independent shops. Actually, in most instances ‘weird’ is definitely the right word to use. Having arrived on a Sunday, the stores pretty much chose when they wanted to open e.g. 1 o’clock in most cases, and many of the dusty windows displaying Vintage vinyls (one shop window was dedicated completely to Prince’s back catalogue), typewriters, and even stripper shoes, just begged to ask ‘how do I make a profit?’. Maybe the recession fairy forgot the Nine Streets.
Either way, it was refreshing to be surrounded by ‘indies’, even if I did end up spending some dollar in H&M (oops).