Look at their little feet! Amsterdam. Never liked that pretty city. Seedy diaspora and sorry lives lived under the blink of neon. Once I cycled away for the day. With a book and a picnic and found a wonderful park. I can't remember why it was so wonderful, but you know what, I think there may be a story scribbled about it somewhere. I might look it out. In fact I might make that the next order of business. Instead of wittering on about the pictures, I'll go back to the writing and then see if i can find a picture to match.