And exactly where did I leave my bike?
Or was it here…
(Must fit a plastic cover to that seat…)
Living on a boat does not mean you can’t have a garden:
Or a conservatory:
Or even a stained glass window:
O00h, a book fair…
And a man making exquisite notebooks by hand. I had a chat with him and will feature him in a future post, once he has his website set up.
(Well, that figures if they don’t pay their taxes).
(The very posh central railway station).
Whoops! Two trams approaching on the same track. There was quite a build up of trams either side before it was sorted out, but we’d all got off and walked by then: one of the great things about the centre of Amsterdam is that you can walk it all, and stand and gaze as you do so.
My room in the two-star Hotel Iris in the city centre.
The back garden where I ate my breakfast each morning. Like most traditional city buildings, the house is tall and narrow…and it has stairs…
…and I was four floors up from reception: my fitness schedule for the week.
Just around the corner…the five-star hotel I did not stay in.
And another book, but this is Delft ware from the Rijks Museum. I’ll take you there another time.
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