Having left the carpenter and the hound behind to deal with snow and ice, I’ve been on a short sojourn in Holland — where the sun hasn’t come out since I got here two weeks ago.
On the way home from dinner with friends in Amsterdam the other night, I was the lucky beneficiary of a bet between the driver and his partner, who have lived in or near the city for forty years, as to whether “you can get there from here.” “Here” being the south side and “there,” Central Station for me to board a train.
Well, you could get there. But, it took a great deal of driving around, poking into the city, backtracking, and trying again.
It was a city going about its business on a not too dreary night in early February. Bridges, bikes, neon, people having drinks, people biking home, empty offices, the works. Did I mention bikes and how photogenic they are?
I loved it.