Damrak is of course always a scene of life, but Damrak is a thoroughfare--its population moving continually either to or from the station.

But those who use the Kalverstraat may be said almost to live in it.

To be there is an end in itself.

Warmoes Straat, parallel with Damrak on the other side of the Bourse, behind the Bible Hotel, is famous for its gigantic restaurant--the hugest in Europe, I believe--the Krasnapolsky, a palace of bewildering mirrors, and for concert halls and other accessories of the gayer life.

But this book is no place in which to enlarge upon the natural history of Warmoes Straat and its southern continuation, the Nes.
For the principal cafes, as distinguished from restaurants, you must seek the Rembrandt's Plein, in the midst of which stands the master's statue.