I must direct you to a great article about cut flowers that appeared in FT Weekend earlier this week. No doubt it was written with Valentine’s Day in mind but I was especially interested in it because I had just flown over frozen bulb fields on the way in and out of Amsterdam. Fella and I had gone over for the weekend. I’m reluctant to say ‘on a mini-break’ because isn’t that very pre-austerity Britain and Bridget Jones? Also, I understand the latest installment in the Bridget Jones saga is something like Bridget has a Baby, in which case there is no chance of any mini-break happening at all, so weekend it shall be. Also, it wasn’t for Valentine’s Day – it was simply the soonest, most affordable weekend available. I digress. You can find a most interesting and informative article about cut flowers and smart new florists here.
We made a point of not seeing all the attractions blessed with holy water by the tourist office but instead wandered from street to street imagining what it would be like to live in that great city. I had fun upgrading my Afrikaans to Dutch, which is a bit like moving on to Web 2.0, while Fella re-lived childhood holidays that seem to have involved a lot of chips with mayonnaise and vla – custard to you and me – for breakfast.
Also, the canals had frozen over, something which happens only very seldom these days, so the Amsterdamers were in a jolly mood. And it was freezing, which demanded a couple of warming Indonesian curries here and there.
I loved the architecture, children being pulled along in sleds, clear skies and jet trails, a lighter, friendlier mood, the quirky shops around the Nine Streets, hot chocolate, seeing a variety of marijuana called ‘Durban’.