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[which_chick]

We were briefly homeless today as we expected that check-out was on the 15th. It was something of a surprise this morning when the staff showed up and demanded to know when we were leaving because, well, we thought we had another day. Oops. We are currently homed for tonight, checkout at 11 AM tomorrow morning. It'd be nice to find somewhere to stay for the rest of our visit, but if that doesn't happen, we can hop from place to place.

It's grey and cold today, first day of the trip that the weather hasn't been postcard perfect (and hot and humid). The wind's picked up a bit and we're all feeling sort of refreshed by that, kind of like the horses get energetic when the wind blows.

Today was for museums before the unexpected spot of homelessness. We might still be able to manage that. Right now we're internetting and getting a bite to eat before we can check into today's lodging, but the guidebook says that the museums are open until 18:00 so we should have enough time to do at least one today.

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[cousin-sue.livejournal.com]

Have you seen the roll mops vendors yet(Pickled herring)?

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

I've seen the herring stands. I am not, however, going to eat any herring. Sorry.

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[ardvaark99999.livejournal.com]

Jules: Okay, so tell me again about the hash bars.
Vincent: Okay, so what'cha want to know?
Jules: Hash is legal there, right?
Vincent: It's legal, but it ain't a hundred percent legal. I mean you can't walk into a restaurant, roll a joint, and start puffin' away. I mean, they want you to smoke in your home or certain designated places.
Jules: And those are hash bars?
Vincent: Yeah, it breaks down like this: okay, it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it and, if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's illegal to carry it, but, but - but that doesn't matter 'cause -- get a load of this, alright -- if you get stopped by a cop in Amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you. I mean that's a right the cops in Amsterdam don't have.
Jules: Oh, man, I'm goin', that's all there is to it -- I'm fuckin' goin'.
Vincent: I know baby. You'd dig it the most. But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is?
Jules: What?
Vincent: It's the little differences. I mean they got the same shit over there that they got here, but it's just - it's just there it's a little different.
Jules: Examples?
Vincent: Alright, well you can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don't mean just like in no paper cup, I'm talking about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer at McDonald's. And you know what they call a, uh, a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
Vincent: Nah, man, they got the metric system, they wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
Jules: What do they call it?
Vincent: They call it a "Royale with Cheese."[1]
Jules: "Royale with Cheese."
Vincent: Thats right.
Jules: What do they call a Big Mac?
Vincent: A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "Le Big Mac."
Jules: "Le Big Mac." [laughs] What do they call a Whopper?
Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King. But, you know what they put on french fries in Holland instead of ketchup?
Jules: What?
Vincent: Mayonnaise.
Jules: God damn!
Vincent: I seen 'em do it, man, they fuckin' drown 'em in that shit.
Jules: That's some fucked up shit.