So Monday (yesterday) found me awaking with a little bit of
Our co-workers are completely lovely and hospitable. The woman who is my European counterpart and I are working on building a new legal database together, so we had training for that.
The work day passed quickly and we rode the Metro back to our hotel, with intents on finding the damn Red Light District this time.
Which we did.
You guys, it was nothing like I expected, but at the same time, it kinda was. I didn't realize the surroundings would be so picturesque and beautiful. Cobblestone streets. Views of the canal. Beautiful architecture.
Yet there's the red lights. Shining down on a pretty-much naked woman in a small windowed room. Some of the rooms were a bit bigger, with a bed in the background. It's pretty sad.
If a red light is on, but the window curtain is drawn, it means she is "busy."
There are signs everywhere that say no picture-taking is allowed. (I'm sure that rule gets broken all the time though.)
Since we were there on a random Monday night, it was definitely quiet. Many of the rooms were empty, but there were enough women in the windows to get the gist.
I totally had The Police's song "Roxanne" in my head all night....
...and now you do too. You totally just sang, "Roxxxxxannnnnneeeeee...", didn't you?!
You're welcome. My work here is done.
"Roxxxxxannnnne....you don't have to put on the red light...."