We’ve finished looking around Schipol and headed to Amsterdam for our next appointment.
We’ve arrived too early though and thought it would be OK because surely we could just have a cup of coffee before our appointment but no… the place we want to go to is closed until the appointed time so now we are standing outside in a freezing wind on an industrial estate in a city we are not particularly familiar with, wondering what to do with ourselves for an hour and a quarter.
We are right next to a ferry dock that could take us over the water to Amsterdam’s Central Station, and our first idea was to just go for a jaunt to kill the time but then we discover that the ferry sailings are only every half hour and since our next appointment involves a boat, we are somewhat worried that if we missed the connection back that we would miss our appointment.
Then we notice that people coming to catch the ferry are all streaming in in one direction and that many of them are carrying bags, bric-a-brac and various items that vary between antique and junk.
Clearly there’s some sort of market going on close by so we decide to investigate. We following the crowds and discover a flea market literally just around the corner. Several massive old industrial buildings are being used to house most of it it, although there are a few hardy souls with stalls set up outside in the cold.
The first building is labelled on each wall respectively in both English and Dutch “Netherlands Shipbuilding Company” and it all looks interesting (and we have nothing better to do for the next hour than stand in the cold) so we decide to gamble on getting our money’s worth of entertainment, pay the entrance fee and go inside.
There are rows and rows of stalls, lots of clothes, and everything from new hand made jewellery to antiques of various quality. There are treasures and tat, books, old toys and even someone selling vintage wooden crates (doing a roaring trade too if all the people we saw carting them out were anything to go by).
We all walk at various speeds and have different interests so we split up and agree to meet by the entrance at a set time. Yes, I bought something… but more about that in a future post, it was mostly just fun to look around at all the weird and wonderful things on offer.
I actually find the architecture of the building as interesting as the stuff on the stalls. In the Netherlands you need to licence from the city council to sell items like this on very day of the year except Queen’s Day so we don’t see flea markets very often. I asked one vendor about this place and apparently it’s on one weekend every month, so it’s sheer luck that it’s on whilst we were here. Let’s look around…