Some cities, like New York, supposedly never sleep. Others, like Paris, seem to wake early, getting ready for another day. Amsterdam, at least on a Saturday morning, appears to be a city that likes to sleep in.
Rain began to fall soon after my husband, Peter, and I sat down at a cafe overlooking the Amstel River in Amsterdam. But we were cozy and dry, and the rhythm of the drops only served to double the ambience as we sipped wine and chatted about past travel adventures.