The moment we arrived in Amsterdam the air was filled with swirling snow. It was beautiful and picturesque and not a little difficult to walk in. We wandered around looking for a place to eat after my pancake destination was completely packed. We found a restaurant with no visible name, which Chris proclaimed must mean that it has amazing food. Whatever his logic was for that, he wasn't far off. We warmed up with amazing hot chocolates and a good hearty brunch before heading to the hotel.
The stairs up to our second floor hotel room were insane. When we walked through the restaurant we went to later that night I realized they also were the norm in the tiny row houses of Amsterdam but wow. Tight and steeeep.
The Van Gogh museum was under construciton so they relocated the entire collection for the time being to the Hermitage museum which, to my delight, also housed an impression impressionist collection, my favorite style of painting.
Can someone please pull that dress out of the painting and then also give me an occasion to wear it?