Thursday, July 20, 2023

View from a sidewalk café. Amsterdam. (Part 4)

 People walking with determination. A purpose. Somewhere to be.

I’ve reached my destination. My only purpose to be where I am.

Amsterdam Cafe - Scott Frothingham

Three generations. Taller as they get younger. The matriarch, whose hair is losing the battle against grey, presents as tired but calm. The other bookend, the younger generation. Her eyes darting back and forth to take in every detail or to find something of interest. In the middle, daughter and mother. Her expression remote, thinking about what she’d be doing if she weren’t walking towards Dam Square.

The seagull eyes the piece of discarded pastry claimed by a furiously pecking pigeon. The pigeon puffs up. The seagull lunges. The pigeon swallows its pride, choosing flight over fight. The seagull swallows its prize.

She’s startled by the sound of the can she inadvertently kicked across the cobblestones. She kicks at it again. This time on purpose. Misses. Shrugs. Moves on.

A large Adidas logo shin tattoo is repeated on the calf. Thick lines circle the leg above and below the logos. The foot that belongs to this leg is securely tied into a Nike shoe.

The teenager carrying the plant in protective hard plastic displays none of the enthusiasm of the plant’s bright violet flowers. He plods forward. Blank stare. Maybe counting his steps has his little sister offers an unrelenting monologue in machine gun Spanish.

The hair on his upper lip is long and has been coiffed into giant curls extending both left and right from his cheeks. It must inhibit eating, drinking, and maneuvering through narrow spaces. Mask mandates must’ve been his worst nightmare.

Two comfortably lethargic huskies stroll by unaccompanied. A few steps behind appears a man holding unattached leashes. Following him another huskie. A pack of sorts.

In all likelihood, the Mickey Mouse rolling a joint T-shirt is not Disney approved.

The illustrated woman stops for a smoke. Her balaclava of tattoos leaves her face the only undecorated skin on her shaved head.

The delicate white parchment skin of the old man’s face topped with jet black hair gives the impression of a vampire using a walker.

Stopping abruptly, he pats his pockets. Chest. Side. Back. Slight panic. Chest. Side. Back. Relaxes when the sunglasses are discovered on his head.

The curly-haired dog seems quite relaxed in the baby carrier strapped to the stocky woman’s chest. The pup is bigger than the typical “carry around K9". The woman turns her round, yellow-lensed sunglasses towards me, smiles, and says, “Hi.” She smiles and says, Hi” to everyone she passes. The dog is uninterested in greeting people and just pants contentedly.

A window washer addresses each 15-foot-high display window with expertise clothed in calm efficiency. One day I’ll write the way he cleans glass.


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View from a sidewalk cafe. Amsterdam
Part 2


View from a sidewalk cafe. Amsterdam
Part 3




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