Amster-damn, Ams-turd-damn, Amsterdumb (I kid, the city is fabulous!). I'm out of puns for Amsterdam. Here's a photo diary of my four days there:
things illegal elsewhere legal here
double-fried fries with spicy mayonnaise
with my sister and her overpriced leather paper bag
The garbage collectors' strike left heaps and heaps of garbage all around the city. This particular mound was made pretty by graffiti cardboard posters.
at the flower market: black tulip bulbs for the goth green thumb
old records and books at the book market in Dam Square
sea bream with risotto
horsies at the Heineken Brewery
Amsterdam was much chillier than I expected, so my outfits consisted mainly of black sweater upon black jacket upon black coat. Pleasantly minimalist or pretty unremarkable, I still can't decide.
at Cafe Schiller in the Rembrandtplein, as recommended by Susie G (Ray-Ban aviators, Rag & Bone car coat, Club Monaco cashmere, Cheap Monday jeans, Tod's driving shoes)