Set across the marshes lives a city with a delicate balance of intellectual beings and the souls of the misunderstood.
During the month of September I took a high-speed train across the French countryside, drifting in and out of consciousness, traveling through Belgium and then finally crossing the border into Holland. Here I awoke at Central Station in downtown Amsterdam.
Thin homes line the streets and narrow bends, while stonewall buildings are crowned treasures of a city filled with history and inspiration. Not long into my stay I adopted a small rainbow colored bike to make my way around town. I would often wait until sunset to peddle down the well marked bike lanes, weaving through a maze of streets lined with Amsterdam’s cafes and bars. Here I became hypnotized by the lively street side chatter blending to chants, a symphony of a hundred tongues making sounds that leak from each doorway down alleyways and into dark obscure corners. The inky water from the canals breathe a cool sigh when the sun extends tall shadows from each neighboring building.
I peddled on through the arches below the Rijks Museum where Tibetan monks play their drums. With the sun still reaching through maple tree branches I could see my way to Vondal Park at the end of the day.
Amsterdam is full of classic beauty, unruly thoughts and floating stories.
For more about Amsterdam visit: http://www.amsterdamtourist.nl/
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