And this morning

This morning, I returned to Amsterdam.

Few places have as fond of memories for me as Amsterdam.

Richard was less than happy when he learned that the train I chose from Schiphol Airport to Amsterdam Centraal train station didn’t really go to Amsterdam (Centraal or otherwise). Who’d have thought the Leiden was the wrong direction. (Upon rereading the schedule, turns out the train started at Amsterdam Centraal. Details, details.)

Rembrandt’s Nachtwacht (Nightwatch) in three dimension on Rembrandtplein. I understand it was a temporary art piece. It may not be there anymore.

The silent killers (bicycles). Everywhere, at every turn was a bicycle ready to crash into you.

So many memories, so much joy.

Take me away, little coffee mug!