Fred tells a story from his days as a little lad in Amsterdam; his father would give him a few coins and send him to the market over the Lijnbaansgracht from their flat. He remembers running past the police station and into the fresh produce market place to buy a handful of eels still squirming in their bucket. He would ask the time of the merchant and then run back with both the eels and the time for his father!
Doing our wandering along the canal in the Jordaan, trying to connect a decades old story with the busyness of the new, I noticed this sign on the bridge 'Groentemarktbrug', vegetable market bridge, the market is now a parking garage and petrol station but the sign on the bridge has not changed!
Views along the canals of Fred's youth growing up in Amsterdam.
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