Evelein, if you do check out my blog, could you drop me a line? With your permission I would like to mention you, and perhaps use this photo, in the book I may have told you […]

 

    From left: Former owner with usual pangs of regret; stopped on a bridge; road signs for cyclists, how ’bout that!; stopping was occasion for more than one photo. In certain quarters that I am aware of, […]

I feel like a eunuch on his wedding night. I got into Amsterdam yesterday so beaten up by a long haul flight that just swallowing solids felt like an effort. I managed to stay awake until […]