Ah, where to start? Perhaps with the fact that I’ve been so busy experiencing Amsterdam that I’ve had no time to write about it.

And next, a question: How did I live so long without seeing this city?

The canals, the cafes, the casual friendliness of the people and their flawless English. The gables and rooflines, the houseboats and canal cruises. The Rijksmuseum and Anne Frank House. Our room, which is tiny. And our view, which is above.

One picture. Eighty-five words. You get the idea.