Amsterdam

Amsterdam is just as I left it. Bustling with tourists, flanked with boutiques and eateries, and trapped within its canals. The red lights are still on, and a new crop of women are in the windows. Eat your heart out Vegas.
My glasses fell victim to the bottom of my foot, and are deeply missed. (Always travel with a back up pair, which for me, is my clear-coat spectacles)
I acquired a great little quill pen in Paris, and have started practicing with it. Outcomes may vary.