Exploring a little gem (or nine?) on a lovely spring afternoon in Amsterdam. I was weaving in and out of the aptly named Negen Straatjes (lit: Nine Streets) when my stomach began to growl in protest. Time for lunch!
For these gentlemen, lunchtime is not exactly what I had in mind. As the sunshine hit their glowing faces, they sat, relaxing by the quiet street.
Alas, the cigarette is probably their staple diet. ♥