Long walk in Vondel Park, the dusk turning the low-hanging trees into fairy tales. Leaves in ponds like lilies.
Smiles of beautiful girls who give me menus in English and hot strong coffee. Flower markets, canals, blue sky, gray sky.
Friendly directions given to me from people with accents in British, Dutch, from Muslim girls wrapped in scarves and Jamaican men who run coffee shops. They whip out pieces of paper and begin writing and circling the proper spots on my map.
Lavender blouse with matching pashima. Hours in the van Gogh museum, dozens of self-portraits; some make him look sad, some make him look crazy.
I need more than just a few days; this city deserves a week.
Next time.
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