We awoke early to leave the campsite and drove into Amsterdam to pick up the luggage we had stored at the B & B. We parked there and packed up all of our delicious souvenirs (too many of course--next time: no souvenirs), cleaned out the van, decided what to give away, left the newly packed luggage at the B & B and returned the van before our 2:00 PM deadline.
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We hurried to the Hollandsche Schouwburg [This Web site is quite good.], the Dutch memorial to the Jews at the deportation site.…. again with the list of names. The name of every Amsterdam Jewish family deported is etched in glass on large panels in what at one time was the lobby of a theater. We found our families' names:
Others had brought the customary pebbles and the candles we had seen in Poland on Easter.
The Dutch Resistance Museum, around the corner, caused us to wonder whether Dutch resistance was greater than elsewhere and whether there are other museums about resistance. We don't remember seeing any other museums in our travels. The resistance of the Dutch really was quite widespread in the population, as exemplified by the general strikes There's even a monument to the dock strikers, nearby. This museum really is also worth seeing. It was there that Mark recognized the name Gerrit Van Der Veen. He decided to "open the circle" by taking a "portrait of the day" in front of the sign of the school near where we'd been staying.
A little research turns up a few more museums to resistance:
Finally, we rushed by foot and tram to the Van Gogh Museum to see the Rembrandt-Caravaggio exhibition, the first time the works have been shown together, despite the fact that Rembrandt was very influenced by Caravaggio through his teacher.... Mark thinks he found a spelling error (or "typo") in the Balthazar's Banquet painting
[sorry: linkrot]
It appears that what should be a final nun (in God's hand): ן is a ז.