Of course Amsterdam is best known for its permissive attitude toward all things sex and drug related. Since neither drugs nor bored bikini clad women bathed in red light hold much interest for us, we didn't spend much time exploring Amsterdam's wild side. We walked through the red light district, which is, as expected, depressing. Other than the hundreds of nearly naked women standing in windows everywhere you walk the neighborhood actually looks like the rest of the city, mostly seventeenth century brick homes adapted for present day purposes. There's a sex museum and a fountain with a big penis in it to try to make the area more fun-touristy, but the feeling is decidedly unfun-sex touristy. There is one pretty cool sight to see in the area, Our Lord in the Attic church. After the Protestants took over, the Catholic churches were converted into Protestant churches, and the city's Catholics had to worship out of sight. This church is located, as the name implies, in the attic of an unprepossessing house. The entire house is preserved as a museum, and looks just like you'd expect a boring, middle class seventeenth century house to look like, until you go up a hidden flight of stairs and find a whole mini-church up there, and quite elaborate as well.