The moment had arrived to check out the eye-opening Red Light District, where the creative and the wacky come together on narrow cobbled streets, 24/7. My last night in Amsterdam became pretty authentic. Wandering along the canals, I experienced Amsterdam’s coffee shops, museums, and quirky, cool boutiques.
When in Amsterdam, right? The next thing I knew I was in the middle of a live Sex Show. That’s right. Our guide brought us to see the show to get a true, Red Light District experience. It was bizarre and as shocking as you’d expect. I remember concentrating on the stage with a “What the hell am I watching?” stare, and as I looked around at my travel friends, everyone was sucking on phallic shaped suckers, including myself. The whole thing was simply a once in a lifetime experience: one I was glad to experience, but also one I don’t have any intention of replicating.
After the show ended, we walked through the very narrow alleys of the Red Light District and saw several prostitutes: women of a vast variety, smiling and beckoning at us, tapping the windows.
I even saw seven men – yes, seven – pile in through one of the doors after a lengthy negotiation with a single prostitute.
I leaned over a bridge railing, spanning a canal, and observed the Red Light District in all its glory. The drunkenness, the drugs, the prostitutes, the noise, the colour.
As I looked down the canal, I heard a tapping to my left.
The very scantily clad woman in the window had me in her sights, and she was tapping on her window to get my attention.
The Vintage Postcard 
hallirious
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Lovely pictures, I like it.
Merci!