I had hopes of writing and releasing a post every Tuesday and Thursday, however that kind of took a back seat, to you know, growing organs and all. The exhaustion is real, and next week? I’m rounding out the last week of the second trimester.

It has been wild. What is time?

So as I sit here and reminisce on when I actually had energy, I remembered that I had not yet finished my Amsterdam series. After this post, will be the last from our babymoon. However it’s hard not to think about how lovely Amsterdam was often, now that it’s hotter than the surface of the sun here in Togo and only going to get worse.

Luckily, due to pregnancy and our time coming up in the US, we’ll largely get to miss the Harmattan, thankfully. Sand and non stop allergy symptoms and no rain for months is not my jam.

What is my jam however, is cool weather, cozy interiors, and just basically fall.

This brings me to the interior spaces of Our Lord In the Attic museum, that we visited on our first excursion day in Amsterdam.

It was built in 1630, in an old canal home, and renovated through three floors to convert it into a secret Catholic church, as protestantism had taken hold in the Netherlands. It was okay to practice in private, not outwardly, as most Catholic churches were ornate in nature. Instead, this canal home was inconspicuous to the unknowing, and fronted a fabric business out of the front door. However, once inside, it served as a worshipping space.

Now I’ll remind that I’m not very religious. So the idea that I needed to see this building for its religious significance is not the case, however I can always appreciate the architecture and interior spaces, so that is what I’m choosing to showcase below, as spaces that inspired me, or won me over with the cool designs, colors, and just general aesthetics.

Enjoy!

The entrance, the front door serving as the sales front, meanwhile, from the outside looking in, the space seems as though it’s just another Canal home. Oh, and the marble looking doorway? It’s just painted for the illusion.

If you were there for worship, you’d be brought into a receiving area, before passing through room after room of quarters (and many small staircases) before getting to the church.

A simple small Dutch kitchen and astonishing pantry that are just, GOALS.

From there, we meandered up and up before getting to the main space.

And finally:

It then was a very winding trip down a lot of stairs, and from there we ventured to that Monkey Bar I mentioned in It Was Always Amsterdam, Pt. I.

Until next time,

Carrie.