Red Light District. We walked up and down the canal around which the district lies, with me saying, "There's women in the windows. Women in the windows. There really is women in the windows" in a bemused tone. There were. I'm not sure if it was seedy, liberal, or otherwise, it just struck me that the booths looked like little hair-dressing salons, with the stool and sink, so not very alluring places at all ...