Grote Markt.
It’s a dramatically sweeping space, hemmed in by beautiful brick gabled buildings and the alfresco tables of high-ceilinged brasseries, where folks cram in to enjoy glasses of white beer or wine at the end of balmy workdays. Vendors hawk little paper plates of fresh raw herring with chopped onion, and the tiny De Haerlemsche Vlaamse storefront draws long lines for its paper cones of frites. On Saturday, a farmers’ market moves in with its bundles of white asparagus, hunks of Gouda and Edam cheese and baked goods.