Quite unbelievably, this was just yesterday.
In the room next door, which I can see through the glass walls, a stingo with a newly found respect for women and men who do their toe nails (it’s tough, not just smacking some paint on as some will have you believe) is dancing like crazy to the sound of Celebration, Madonna’s soon to be released single.
“Now whenever you’ll be listening to this song you will remember Amsterdam”. That put a big smile on my face.
How have I fallen for Vondelpark? But of course, biking. Then we had lunch in a former synagogue, now called Bazar. Which was turned into an Arabic restaurant. I call that fusion, some other people call it a lit match on a barrel of gunpowder. I of course have taken the traditional bathroom shot (photo shot! you go to the bathroom with your cam and you shoot yourself in the mirror. Ignore reproachful looks on the faces of others incoming visitors).
I love this city. It makes me feel carefree.