The Jordaan is the quarter of crooked lanes and small canals immediately west of the grand canal ring. Its streets follow old drainage ditches rather than a surveyor's arc, so nothing runs quite straight, and the water in it is narrow enough to feel domestic. Behind unmarked doors along the pavement are hofjes: almshouse courtyards, planted and silent, still lived in. The brown cafés are the other inheritance, dark wooden rooms with no reason to hurry.
It was laid out in the seventeenth century for everyone the canal ring did not want: artisans, dyers, tanners, immigrants and the noisy trades. For three centuries it was poor, crowded and famously loud, with its own accent, its own sentimental songs and a reputation for rioting when pushed. It gentrified hard from the 1970s and is now among the most expensive addresses in the Netherlands. Saturday brings the farmers' market at the Noordermarkt and Monday a cheap fabric market on the Westerstraat, and neither is put on for visitors.