London to Amsterdam

From a flat near Spui Square.

Plaques like these are all over the city. Apparently they were like little ads alerting passersby to what business the business inside was in.

There were too many flowers and cards.

I don’t know why. It wasn’t that cold.

So that it doesn’t run away. (I hear this may also feed it go-juice.)

To the violin maker’s shop, of course.

It floats!

Jus’ hangin’.

I love this. “I’ll have a little bit of park with my mass transit, please.”

The bicycle traffic in Amsterdam is insane. And no one wears helmets.