from the land of bicycles:

There is a raw magic about the city of Amsterdam that I had not expected.
Sleep is sweet at last, wake is glowingly stimulating, and the wine is scandalously cheap...among many, many other things.
Multiple children (including those fresh out of the womb) and multiple dogs are roosted more often than not right on the bicycles with their occupants. Exquisite.
My sickly camera is now in the possession of fresh batteries, so the visual images are fast-approaching, I promise promise.
Over/out,
Rab/Olga.
***Our alibi (if we ever encouter the need for one) is that us three femmes are a Ukrainian dance troupe, traveling the world and performing along the way. I was blessed with Olga as my alter-ego name, and I tend to embrace it with vigour.