Amsterdam was, like Paris, one of those cities which I never thought I would return to when I first visited it so long ago. Unlike Paris, I had not until now been able to actually return. However Elise and I were needing a relaxing weekend to break up the summer since we hadn’t had much time to escape since our trip to Portugal in the spring.
So far, Amsterdam in the summer has to be one of the most lovely cities I have been to. And with our friend Inge showing us about, the experience was much more personal. Even though we were just another couple of tourist, we didn’t feel like it. Even having our backpack stolen on the train on the way there didn’t hurt our spirits.