Summer was a reluctant arrival last week. This week it's that steadfast party guest who arrived loud and alone, stole the show, demanded your full attention, and refused to leave. It drank all the booze, stripped naked, and went streaking through the quad. Amsterdam is collectively melting, and the amount of flesh on show is both captivating and disturbing.
I'm off for another lingering afternoon stroll through the Haarlemmerplein fountains.