Our trip to see Michael Jackson... Part 3

We spent our last day in London wandering around Notting Hill
(It drizzled most of the day, so there aren't many photos, sorry)

Portobello Road

The tourist hat that Judy insisted Andrew buy

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Our fist (and only) transportation mishap occurred in Brussels.
A train pulled up to the platform 10 minutes before the Amsterdam
train was scheduled to depart, so we assumed it was the Amsterdam bound train.

We were wrong, and that is how we ended up here.
We just had to go one stop, get off and go back.
In all it only set us back an hour, so it wasn't too bad.

Arriving in Amsterdam, we were told that the apartment we rented
was out of hot water and that we were moved to the only available apartment they had.

The new apartment was named, "Herman Brood," after the Dutch artist.
(We don't know who he is either)
While climbing the 5 flights of stairs, Martin, the property manger,
told us that the apartment was normally reserved for banking clients.

Looking back down the hallway towards the front door

The living room

Judy in the kitchen

The view from our windows

Poodle sitting for the weekend

Some artwork above the bed
The headboard you can see was made for a queen mattress,
but under the comforter was two twin mattresses!

Fabian, Andrew's new favorite painter

Stocking the fridge with the essentials
(water, Heineken, potatoes, OJ, cheese and a pizza)

Snacks!

Relaxing in the apartment watching Blast From the Past
before heading out for dinner