Oops, I forgot to include the pic of the Heineken Brewey, on the way to Albert Cuypstraat.
I didn't go in this one - nor The House of Bols - because in the end I had so much else to do! But I will admit that one of the great things about being on the Continent is that they serve their beer is such little glasses! This meant that I could stop off in one of the many, many bars, have a lickle beer, go to the loo, rearrange my bag etc, and only pay a small amount of money and not have enough for the beer monster to kick in. I had a single beer with practically every meal, but I also drank litres of fizzy water and orange juice (guess where that was?) I was never drunk in Amsterdam, and I never felt out of control when I was out on the streets. Well, once. But I was being escorted home at the time. Americans have lovely safe arms
Anyway.
Here is the brewery and the view from a local bar just up from my hotel. The people in there were lovely - they all greeted me a la Cheers when they heard I was English. I felt quite proud that I was there for a small Amsterdam measure, and had my book to hand. No pint-swilling-football-hooligan/laddette me.