Being woken up before eight am I thought I would make the most of my day in a way that you can only do when you are still extremely drunk from the night before. So off the the National Gallery I went.
Kienholz: The Hoerengracht was what I was aiming for and although a little bit smaller than I had expected I still loved it.
After perusing a remade street of Amsterdam's red light district I sat on a bench provided and took it all in. I was taken aback by the extreme detail and accuracy of it and thinking of my friend Sara who is currently residing in Amsterdam I got a bit teary. Don't drink and appreciate art unless you like blubbing in public.
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