Kevin was moved by the many old buildings which lined the narrow streets. Looking up at their impressive facades, he got a real sense of going back in history to a simpler time.
The first thing on Kevin’s agenda was to pay a visit to Anne Frank’s house. However, he was dismayed at the long line of people queuing to gain admittance.
“I don’t mind waiting,” Joey said.
“No, sor-right. It might not be your sort of thing anyway.”
Kevin turned to walk down Prinsengracht. He was disappointed; he’d read Anne’s diary as a child and never thought he’d ever get the chance to visit the place where it had all happened. But there was little point in standing out in the cold for an extended period.
After a look round a couple of museums—which Kevin found interesting, but knew his sir did not—Joey
