Throngs of visitors head to this area of the city for various reasons. Some are curious and want to discreetly gaze at the sex workers posing in the windows wondering what brought them to this profession. Many years ago, my friend and I visited Red Light Secrets, the museum about prostitution. Recently, on a trip to Amsterdam, I was perusing the internet, searching for something interesting to fill my afternoon.
Something called Tour de Bonton caught my eye. After a quick metro ride from Central Station, during which I purchased my on-line ticket for three-thirty, I arrived about forty minutes early to find the door locked.
Assuming that I needed to return closer to the entry time, I headed to the Irish pub around the corner to have a small pint which I assumed would help me to overcome my hesitancy of arriving alone. At the appointed time, I returned to find the door open and a young lady seated behind a desk, just inside the opening.
Showing her my on-line ticket, I was instructed to ascend the narrow staircase to the next floor where I discovered a well-appointed bar area. Two small platforms with stripper poles were located in the center and surrounded by lush, red-velvet banquettes.
The walls were covered in a rich, teal and gold wallpaper, the ceiling in an etched copper tin and the floor in a herringbone patterned wood.
