Nieuwendam


If you cross the Ij and head east, you'll eventually find your way to Nieuwendam. It's a little haven made up of water and trees and quaint old houses. I spent a sunny afternoon wandering down it's little paths and sitting at Cafe 't Sluisje. We spent too long drinking wine, eating frites and watching the boats pass through the loch, which is still cranked opened by hand. Time must move a little slower there.