the wanderlust continues.

As my wanderlust has not subsided, and after sharing a little of my adventures in Paris yesterday, I thought you might like to hear a little bit about my love affair with Amsterdam, a city that I found not to be a haven of sex and drugs, but rather a fairy tale come to life.

It’s a city where bikes rule the road …

… and are often erupting with flowers …

… and a boy will offer to give you a ride home on the back of his when you’re lost.

It’s a place where beautiful old buildings remain standing despite their uncertain watery foundations.

It’s a place where you can hang out on water …

… and you might catch a glimpse of flamingos across the canal.

It’s a place where roses seem to burst from every doorway …

… and there are few lawns, but potted gardens are the norm …

… and you can buy fistfuls of flowers for next to nothing.

It’s a place where the street art is funny …

… and sweet …

… and oh-so colourful.

It’s a place where you can learn to make paints the way Rembrandt did …

… and buy espressos from a cart outside a building full of Van Gogh’s masterpieces (check out that teeny tiny chandelier!)

It’s a place where windows rarely feature curtains …

… and the bars rarely close, so you’re free to dance into the wee hours of the morning.

It’s a place with a seemingly endless number of interesting places to shop …

… and there’s another wondrous sight around every corner.

With it’s magic and beauty, Amsterdam certainly captured my heart. There was almost nothing I didn’t love about this darling little city.

What are you going to bed dreaming about tonight? I’d love to hear!

xoxo
S.