It was our 25th anniversary trip – a week in Amsterdam and then a week in Paris. My wife had been to Amsterdam some years before on a business trip; I’d been to neither city.
We arrived early one May morning. It turned out to be Ascension Day, a public holiday in the Netherlands. We’d reserved seats for a shuttle bus, but as we neared the city center, everything looked like an early Sunday morning. Many shops were closed; little traffic was moving on the streets. Our shuttle driver dropped us off across the canal from the hotel; he decided the street wasn’t wide enough to accommodate his (very small) bus.
We had a lot of luggage. I mean, a lot of luggage. Even then, we didn’t really travel; we migrated.
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Photograph: The Prinsengracht Canal in Amsterdam, via Unsplash.
Some Thursday Readings
A Genuine Petrarchan Note on William Wordsworth’s Ecclesiastical Sonnets – poem by Tom Riley at Society of Classical Poets.
“The Moons” by Grevel Lindop – Malcolm Guite.
Burdens – poem by Maureen Doallas at Writing Without Paper.
A king goes out to cheer his men on the night before battle – Anthony Esolen at Word & Song.
Top 10 Dip into Poetry – Tweetspeak Poetry.
