Blogelstein!

On two hours in Amsterdam

Next to the Anne Frank House is a cafe. Bagels and coffee, the sign says. Bagels? I wonder. Surely not a typical food of Holland. I have not seen another bagel in all of Holland. And salt beef sandwiches?

But then it occurs to me that perhaps the entrepreneur reckoned that there are a lot of Jewish people visiting the Anne Frank House, and that Jewish people like to eat bagels, Q.E.D.

It’s a bit dark, really.

But it turns out that you need to book tickets to the Anne Frank museum well ahead of time, and I have not, so I sit at a table next to the canal and eat pastrami on rye with an awful lot of sauerkraut and watch boats go past, and I think.