Amsterdam, a welcoming rest point after 3 flights, 12 cups of coffee and 2 books.
In a city like this, cat-like reflexes are an essential part of avoiding being hit by a Tram, Bus, Scooter or more commonly, a bicycle. Parks painted in crisp green, heavy drooping purple leaved trees wallow over streams. Outside our apartment shy daisies bask in the morning sun, little faces welcoming people into the pub beneath the building.
At night everything feels young here, students debate science and philosophy, while lovers cling to each other trying to navigate the cobble streets. Amsterdam is a little bit of magic.
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