I have never been as ambivalent about a place as I am about Amsterdam. It is as if the traditionalist in me has been physically torn between the familiarity of old ways and the insouciant liberalism pervading the land; caught between an urge to run and hide, and an urge to embrace.
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Wow, what a photo! 😮
Lovely text. Somehow, I think I’d feel the same about it. The picture is gorgeous. ♥
Thanks Ida, go there and feel the vibe!
You’re welcome…your writing is great! 🙂
Your narrative is as appealing as your glorious photo!!! Thank you for sharing 🙂
Thanks Truly, thanks for reading! It always gives me joy when people read what I write as well. 🙂