London to Amsterdam

I suspect the buildings don’t all fall over merely because they’ve got neighbors to lean on.

“Zine jam” sounds like some paper has gotten stuck in the Xerox machine again.

Where the trains go.

Apparently it’s freakin’ fresh. I did not try it, so I cannot confirm.

Didn’t go in here, but I figure they probably sell dildos shaped like Yankee Stadium hotdogs.

Presumably that tee comes in XXL.

When you’re used to New York and London, you automatically expect everything to be huge. I was imagining a Fulton Fish Market of flowers.

And it was cold, too, which is why no one was sitting outside.