A terrifically energising weekend escape.
A knock on the window at 6AM. Coffee and more alcohol for a suffering drunk. The Nieuwmarkt and Spui art markets. A clean, a rubbish dump and packing. A home cooked lunch of pasta, onion and mushrooms. Farewell to a friend. A tear shed in memory of such a welcome and welcoming nation. Being stood-up for a rental-inspection. Carrying a rock melon, 3 carry bags, a backpack and an umbrella through the streets of the dam city. A pleasant, but sorrowful journey back to Paris. A phone call across the waters before crawling into bed.