It was surreal being in Amsterdam, while expecting a quiet evening at home. And it was even more surreal arriving by car in Amsterdam, driving through big streets through which I use to bike. The most dreamlike thing was that our parking place was 25 meters from the Concertgebouw that is in the middle of Amsterdam. Beneath the Museumplein, next to the Concertgebouw is a big green and underneath that is a garage in which you can park your car.
What I liked very much is that on delivering the trousers I was able to see the catacombs of the Concertgebouw: the artist foyer, the choir room which black padded walls, and I saw a room especially for wood players to tune their instruments. That all was very interesting.
The only flipside is that me going to Amsterdam to buy black pants because my daughter forgot them was not a very educational thing to do. But I was already in Amsterdam when I realized that.