It is true that even after all these years, the city and I don’t get along that well. But I am glad to be back, even if for only a few days a week. Zoetermeer is never more than a destination. Here I get to bike to work, maybe stopping at Simon Meijsen’s to buy a cinnamon bun, and I lunch at Cantarell where I eat their famous spicy chicken rolls.
The weather gods installed a new, temporary canal in this Amsterdam of the North, on the Sarphatistraat.
The entrance to the Pijp neighbourhood as shot from the Weteringcircuit is a favourite destination of British tourists.
A house on the Beethovenstraat.