Why I don’t fancy Amsterdam
It was very crowded during my first visit in Amsterdam (the capital of The Netherlands), not being able to freely walk without hitting, touching or stepping on someone, reason for which I didn’t feel like this is going to be one of my favorite cities.
After going to Brugge several times, for me Amsterdam was just another city with canals and packed with tourists. But that’s not all…
…I entered the Red Light District… Behind tall windows, displayed like pieces of meat, there were women with lots of makeup and sexy lingerie, slowly moving their bodies and touching themselves, inviting inside the men who stopped to watch. The beauty and the youth of those girls gave me a ravishing feeling. Knowing they are selling their bodies for money to horny men, felt like there is no dignity in this world. I don’t know how other women feel, but seeing my man staring (or pretending to be indifferent) at those female bodies, made me feel helpless and overwhelmed with sadness.
All I was wishing for was to get out of that place and never go back.
All I was wishing for was to feel wise enough to understand and accept that men will always crave other attractive women without feeling guilty.
All I was wishing for was to feel a peaceful love, a love that doesn’t hurt nor disappoints, a love that is not afraid of other women’s beauty.
Nevertheless, leaving the negative thoughts behind, overall there is great potential for beautiful photos, the city’s architecture reflecting the water of the canals make great subject for frame!
Enjoy the photos!
I love Amsterdam!
🙂 I know Amsterdam is a city loved by many
I went twice to Amsterdam: Orange parade and a winter’s weekend. I am sure there is something that i messed and would like to go back, perhaps during the summer…
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The one guy in the boat, in the very front looks like Ben Affleck 😀
😀 not bad 😀
Yes, it’s sad how low self respect and expectations lead women to sell their bodies. That is NOT what God intended for us. Sad, too, is how men perpetuate such stereotypes when they were meant to be the Godly leaders of their families.
Just found this post and must admit, I’m no fan of the city. Our last trip there was on a New Year’s Eve, when every crazy in town came out of the woodwork. The next morning, the filth was indescribable. And my sister ran away from home at the age of 13 and ended up on an unwashed anarchist barge where Interpol and my father found the adults quite happily getting her stoned.
On the other hand, I woke up one Sunday morning in an apartment off the Dam to the sound of opera spilling out of the civic speakers and thought I’d arrived in paradise. Every city has its moments of hell and heaven, even if this one brings both to the surface more easily than most.
Not sure you can talk about “men” in the context of the sex trade here. I recall wandering the red light district with my wife and watching a handful of young drunks take up the women on their offers. And thinking how we had absolutely nothing in common with any of them, buyers or sellers. The cheapening of life, whatever form it takes, isn’t really a gender issue.
Great photos, BTW. You have a terrific eye.
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I like your photographs, and found the one with the swan making its nest with the garbage saddening. I think i agree with your views, they would feel similar to mine, however, objectivly speaking, I have never been to that city, but your assessment seems right on what I would see.
🙂 thank you Lucia. That photo of swan is sad indeed…