Amsterdam - Voetboogsteeg bar
"The Voetboogsteed bar was long and dark, designed for customers of the Exchange and provincials, low characters too craven to go to the whores and too stingy to keep a mistress. Instead, they came to the divine twilight in this scotch-checkered bar to peer into Lyda's vast white bosom, a pleasure that had to be paid for with an unending stream of creme-de-menthe sodas. That had been the reason he fell in love, that slow river of green liquid disappearing into her wide mouth. That and the silver-gray sprayed, ludicrously tall hairdo, and those large white breasts of which so much and yet too little was visible, and the fact that she was more than a head taller than Inni. "I am all green inside," she used to say periodically, and that, too, excited him."
From p.7-8 'Rituals' by Cees Nooteboom