Temperatures hit 29C today so we added a siesta to the day’s mix and made the most of morning and early evening for venturing out. Even so, taking in the canals by boat cooked us up good and the tram ride home baked us to a crispy state of done.
We’re in for the evening and the forecast promises torrential rain. I hear thunder. The skies open.
To recap: like most European cities, Amsterdam consists of a city centre along a major river, circled by concentric rings, serving folks who want to avoid traffic congestion. The tram system provides handy transport for foot-weary tourists — us among them. It’s an economic and practical way to get a sense of the surroundings.
The Dutch love their gardens, especially their flowers. The city’s flower market stretches canal-side, stall after stall after stall of bulbs and signs promising huge and dependable blooms. Residential doorways, window boxes and wrought iron balconies display red and coral geraniums, purple pansies, lavender, rosemary, honeysuckle and a whole host of annuals against a backdrop of red brick and cobblestone. Lovely!
We’re in for an early start by train tomorrow. Our final destination? Hamburg, Germany.