Dear Travel Diary,
It’s 11am on Tuesday and Amsterdam’s Red Light District is empty and quiet aside from some tourist groups (including ours) and a group of locals stepping out of the massive old church located in the very center. I know, ironic, right?
Walking through this area, I learn that the government legalized brothels in 2000 (whether there is any correlation to hypothesizing the world was ending during Y2K, I do not know). We pass through the repetition of restaurants with signs written in Chinese characters, coffeeshops (where you buy and smoke weed), sex toy shops, and cafes (what we call coffeeshops in the US – I know, confusing). As I walk, I peer through the floor to ceiling doors with glass windows. Most have a velvet red curtain draped over them and the lights are turned off. I guess prostitutes don’t work the typical 8-5 grind.