So I’ve been looking for a new bicycle, since my old one crashed and replacing the bits that need replacement would triple the value of the entire bike, which I think is a shame. One of the leads I got was to go down to the saturday market on the Lindengracht, where, according to Allard, there was a guy selling bikes. So yesterday morning I went down there to check it out. I had decided that any bicycle worth more than a hundred euro was going to be out of the question, unless it would be a super-swank bike. I found the guy, and his bikes were too expensive, but I did notice something that I never thought I’d notice; I kind of like the idea of markets. I say “the idea of markets,” because most of the suck. With the exception of people moving at a glacial pace, the Lindengracht market had what it needed to be kinda cool. It was more like a traditional market than the Ten Kate market, it wasn’t as grand as the Albert Cuyp market, nor was it as sad and pathetic as the Noordermarket. (I have to admit that the fact that it was sub-zero outside kind of added to the romance of it all.)