Amsterdam is obviously not at its best on a blustery, wet day but the architecture is so beautiful that it nonetheless captured my heart . The uneven roof tops, some peaked and others rounded, over blocks of row houses that seem to bend at the seams have such character that they shine through the grey December skies. I loved the myriad of houseboats parked end to end along the canals – especially the one that loudly pronounced the owners’ predilection for the ‘fruit of the vine’!
The Red Light District, a fantasy from my youth, lived up to its name in more ways than one but it was still a shock to see quite how explicit the ladies are in their promotional activities!
Each time we stepped into the street from our hotel, just a block from Central Station, a sweet smell wafted through the air…oh how amazing that it is so freely available. I wonder if Canada will go this route anytime soon?