After we headed to the Sunday Market in Amsterdam. It was cold, wet, and rainy but we were determined to go anyway. Half the market is outside, and the other half is in the shell of an old gas-works building.
Yes, that DJ really was spinning the original vinyl disco hits. And, yes, we got caught getting our groove on much to the embarrassment of the daughter.
The market is for handmade, vintage, or original art items only. You never know what amazing things you would find. Sometimes it isn't the items being sold, it's the displays that are striking. I fell in love with this VW bug stuffed with twinkly party lights belonging to a mostly 70's vintage clothing stall....
And "made" the husband buy an espresso from this coffee vendor solely because the interior of her 3-wheeled truck had a chandelier, water fountain, and was practically wallpapered with vintage travel postcards from Italy.
We bought a few cute items, chatted with a few people, and ended our day buying 2 kilos of fresh, handmade fudge and a blueberry muffin from this fine cook. I was so enthralled by her goodies I walked away from her stall without even eying up her ribbons and notions tucked in the corner of her booth. Yes, her fudge was that mouth-watering yummy that not even sewing goodies could distract me. Plus, she was such a sport and let me take her picture. She even said "cheese" for me!
After the market my mother- and father-in-law came by for dinner. We ended the night staying up late watching a movie together. It was a quiet, non-egg, non-bunny, non-bonnet kind of Easter, but it certainly was a happy one.
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