I’ve been to Amsterdam four times now. Previous vists have always been in the summer months where we’ve lazed in parks, sat on terraces and wandered the streets for hours on end. It was always lovely but I never did fall in love with the city in the same way I did with Stockholm or Madrid or New York.
That changed this weekend. With temperatures well below zero, lead skies and a biting, northerly wind, we spent much of our time in cafes and pubs and restaurants drinking strong coffees and dainty beers, eating bitterballen and waffles and chinese food, looking out the window at the passing bikes and city dogs, and blethering away happily with each other and the exceptionally friendly locals.
It was the perfect way to soak up the city.
Took very few photographs, I must say. The light was too flat for Amsterdam to show her best face and I wasn’t at all keen on taking my gloves off even for a few moments! Here’s a little taster of my weekend though: