At the last minute, Colin and I decided we couldn’t leave Europe without a trip to Amsterdam.
This is the sort of trip that makes me wonder about all those OTHER places I haven’t seen yet: what IF? What if I am missing out on the place of my dreams? What if home is around the corner, or in this case, just over the North Sea by 40 minutes, and I never ever knew?
Amsterdam, it seems, has officially usurped Paris (sorry Mme. Ségolène Royal) at the top of my list of favorite city… Or, rather, I think the list should be renamed, and here it is, with the top five, or so:
Top Cities that Are Better to Me than London,
(in My Poor Hacked-off and Sadly Jaded Opinion)
3. New York
5. Kansas City, MO
I also have had minor love affairs with cities like Minneapolis, Florence, Luxor, and Colorado Springs, but the scale of my attachment to these cities hasn’t quite been the same. With them, it was always more like a fling, not the sort of city you’d like to take home to Mom.
Amsterdam, though? It’s the perfect combination of pretty virgin and secretly dirty girl.
I have more to say about Amsterdam, but for now, enjoy the photos and please send me your own Amsterdam stories, love or otherwise.