Friday, Sept. 9, ‘87
We left Antwerp this morning at half past nine for Amsterdam, reaching the latter place at three in the afternoon. This ride was by far the dirtiest one we have ever taken as well as one of the longest. Our trunk which we supposed was with us, we found had been left at the Belgian frontier for examination. We were disgusted but they told us it would come along in the evening. In the meantime we drove about the City, a beautiful place, and saw some lovely parks and residences. The canals here emit an odor very distasteful to our olfactory ?. We are staying at the Brack’s Doelen Hotel where most of the servants speak English. Our trunk has not yet arrived, so we shall spend the night in our shirts.
This morning before leaving Antwerp, Queen, Father and I visited a vegetable and flower market.