Last Full Day in Amsterdam

I can't bring myself to go to a big museum.

Every street is a gallery.

The sidewalks are catwalks for style.

The bikes are works of art.

Everywhere there is contentedness and drama averted.

It's a joy to walk, to stroll, to bimble.

I've even made up a new word - meamble.


We had a lovely last day (I am writing this on Sunday morning before packing).

If you are considering coming to Amsterdam, do.

An exercise in counting blessings