Stepping out of Amsterdam Centraal the neon lights and Christmas decor blinked against a palette of greys. A chilly wind pushed back our hoods and teasing out hair (for those of us that have hair). Suddenly aware of how inadequate our jackets were we prioritised going shopping for jackets made for European winters.
I’d wondered how I’d feel about my old friend Amsterdam visiting her in the Winter instead of Spring or Summer when fields of brightly coloured tulips abound and pots of pretty flowers overflow. I need not have feared – the welcome was as warm as ever even if the streets were the quietest I’d ever seen. It was the 26th of December and clearly people were recovering still from their Christmas festivities.