occupy yourself.

Above: 4pm, after an industrious morning of 1970s-era copying and faxing at home, we find ourselves in the amazingly clean and placid Red Light. Below: 5pm, we find ourselves roughly 20 feet away at Mata Hari for one mint tea, one beer, and six bitterballen. Below that: 9:15pm, back home, evening stroll with surprisingly great gelatos from our neighbor Doardi: blood orange, caramel, pistachio and chocolate.

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