We waited before our timed tickets for Anne Frank Huis (as it’s called here) by stopping to sit on a bench to watch various forms of locomotion on the canals.

Anne Frank’s House is hard to describe. . . we’re all agreed we would not have wanted to miss it.

Had a great dinner at an Italian restaurant then proceeded to follow Scott on a journey he is still trying to reconstruct. Luckily, Allie relieved him of the map and we’re now back at our room — with blisters on some feet–and no chance of falling asleep too early as it’s after midnight although we finished dinner at 10!

Tomorrow may be a slow day . . .

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