"River cruise?" was my reply when asked by a friend who I occasionally hook up with asked if I fancied a last minute getaway.... "advertised with a substantial discount" perked me up. "Yeah" she replied " Amsterdam to Budapest, 14 nights, goes out in 3 days time, £1,900 discount per person" "Fuck yeah," says I as I threw a spare pair of pants into a Lidl carrier bag
So here we are in the wonderful city of Amsterdam, the pair of us suitably attired for an epic float along the waterways of central europe. Time for just a quiet stroll along the canalside before it's anchors away.
A canal barge moored had to be snapped. "Street art".....is it?
Welcome to Wacky baccy centraal, where art takes on whatever form the weed inspires you to create.
No one about to ask "What the fuck", nothing online except a few similar snaps on that mummsy mainstream flickr malarkey. So time to let the imagination run riot and the eyes to boggle at a feast of fantastic art and sculpture.
Would it not be wonderful if in the parallel universe when darkness falls that these figures come alive and speak to us of their dreams.
Just a whole bunch of discarded mannequins, but posed and eye catching and they do say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
AND
I think they are bloody goegeous
Roll on the captains cocktail party
