We planned a fairly easy day for today beginning with a short train ride (15 minutes) to Haarlem.
The main square (Grote Markt) was filled with a carnival, which made us a bit sad because it is normally a beautiful square, but I did have fun taking carnival pictures.
The church, Grote Kerk (great church), was open, so we were able to go inside and see it.
Next back outside for a dessert breakfast of key lime pie and tea.
We continued our walk through town up to the De Adrianne (Harleem's reconstructed windmill).
A walk back to the train station (a pretty cool art nouveau building) and we were back in Amsterdam.
We took the tram to the Willet-Holthuysen Museum, a canal house mansion from 1800s. This had been a museum I was sad to miss, an old period house with furnishings, and I was happy we managed to squeeze it in.
(taken earlier in the week from the Canal during our canal cruise)
From here, a real lunch down at Rokin street, savory pancakes (I had salmon on mine). I don't think I was a huge fan of this one.
We also wandered a bit around Rokin Street for some pictures.
Next we headed towards Dam Square (yes, again!) to start our walk to the Jordaan neighborhood following Rick Steves' self-guided walk.
(Aperol Spritz canalside)
(I tried stammpot aqain, this time wit carrots mixed in the mashed potatoes. Carrots did not help it any--still not a fan)
After dinner, we backtracked a bit,
until we reached Anne Frank's house (also in the Jordaan neighborhood). Entrance to the museum requires that you get timed tickets in advance. At your "time," you get in line to get into the building. We ended up being in that line for quite awhile, so definitely need to budget that in. This was our last activity for the day so luckily we didn't have any time worries.
The museum was very thought provoking and definitely worth the time. At the end of the tour they had the original journals on display. Seeing Anne's room she shared, with her wall still covered in clippings from magazines and newspapers she put there, showed all she had in common with other teenage girls. Once through her bedroom, we continued to walk through the few rooms where she and the others hiding there went about her days afraid to even make too much noise in fear they would get caught.
I felt particularly for Otto Frank, Anne's father, who first searched for his family then, after finding out they all died in concentration camps, worked to have Anne's diary published. He saved the house in which they hid, which prompted it becoming a museum. Otto was the only one who survived.