I’d write this blog even if nobody read it… why? Because I’m a compulsive writer and do it primarily for myself. I suppose just like anyone else, I’m a little afraid that my life doesn’t add up to much and is piffling in the scheme of things. Maybe it’s the final act of vanity to produce something in the hope that someone is going to tell you they like it, or perhaps it’s a last cry to pretend that I am not alone… I can’t decide which. An old Italian fisherman I once shared a bottle of wine with in Acciaroli told me: “Everyone is alone, it’s just that some of us don’t realise it.”
I thought it would be fun over the next few months to compile a series of observations about Amsterdam, from a slightly different perspective i.e. mine.
Hopefully they will offer some amusement or even serious thought to you who read them and I hope to shed light on a slightly less obvious view of this incredible city.