I had no personal desire to visit the flower market, but my wife, a keener gardener, really wanted to go. So I, as the dutiful husband, prepared myself for the venture. This is a "floating market" and is open most days (although we gather that Sunday may be a bit hit-or-miss) and can be found along the side of the Singel Canal.
Bloemenmarkt is one of the main suppliers of flowers to Amsterdam, and though packed with tourists, it is also frequented by locals (although I suspect that they do not rub shoulders at peak times). The place is an absolute mass of colours, and I was amazed at how much they managed to cram into small spaces. We had to be very careful as we picked our way through some of the stalls, in case our rucksacks demolished them.
There was a staggering selection of bulbs, boasting colours beyond my imagination, for sale in a variety of forms. You could get large containers packed with single-type bulbs, mixed colours, mixed heights–-this was perhaps the cheapest way to acquire your "fresh Dutch bulbs". Alternatively, they came gift-wrapped or set in planters of varying quality and naff-ness. You could buy bulbs in "delft-designed" plastic windmills or plastic clogs (complete with the obligatory delft colours), or go upmarket to buy reasonable-quality ceramic pots. All bulbs came with a valid "health certificate" for export purposes. I have to say that the bulbs weren’t as cheap as I was anticipating, but I had never seen the range or variety anywhere else. There are masses of seed packets, some for plants I’ve never heard of, but generally, I recognised the picture on the front, and they were all legal purchases--no cannabis plants here (or not that I noticed!).
The scent of fresh flowers pervaded the atmosphere, and the brightly coloured blooms just begged to be bought and taken home (just too bad that they wouldn’t last the journey to England!). If you wanted something more durable, you could buy amazingly realistic silk flowers, carved wooden blooms, dried blossoms, or quality plastic replicas.
But just in case you’re not a gardener, the stallholders introduce other purchasing options. You’ll find candles, a range of quality Delftware, and fridge magnets by the hundred (never quite understood them myself), in a variety of designs (naughty-but-nice seemed to be the general theme). There’s an army of garden gnomes and, of course, a range of decorated clogs in a variety of sizes.
And if that wasn’t enough, just opposite the flower market was a Christmas shop--my worst nightmare and my wife’s most pleasant dream. I was instantly deserted as she headed for her shopping paradise, head down, checking out the ceramic Santas and studying the gyrating snowmen.
I just know that the retailers are going to get me for either spring flowers or festive baubles!