(First picture): we had a weekend in Amsterdam, colourless sky and cold as it always seems to be when we come here. Perhaps we shouldn’t come in March! The first night we stayed in the American hotel. In the morning I ran in the Vondelpark, then after breakfast we walked there. A bourgeois late C19 inner suburb after our hearts.
(Second picture that I can’t separate off): on the Monday I did a work thing at the RAI centre then waited in this cool station for the train to Schiphol.
I like Amsterdam, I don’t think I love it.
It is a tatty place. On the metro to the RAI the automatic announcer was a stop behind.
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