Quaint and beautiful, home of the Van Gogh museum and sort of a boys town. There is something inherently dreamlike about Amsterdam, deja vu like. Getting lost in it's maze like streets resulted in stumbling upon gorgeous small independant galleries, book stores and cheese shops. The homes along the canal encouraged some level of voyeurism, with their long rectangular windows with no curtains. I felt like a furniture/ interiors pervert. I almost died a thousand deaths due to passing bicycles. But, french fries and mayonaise just about changed my life.
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Going there in january! So freaking exciting!
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