Every Friday there is a Book Market at the Spui, Amsterdam. On this day there is a peppy vibe to the place. Antique books, quirky books, second-handbooks, new books and forgotten books all find their way to stalls here. The keepers are friendly. People seem to have time. A certain stillness. Browse and be. No… More Friday Book Market at Spui
A day spent at the Hortus Botanicus in Amsterdam. Such peace and tranquility in the heart of a busy city is unusual. The meditative spaces and careful corners are crafted here with such sensitivity.
A few days back my aged taxi driver Abdullah informed me of how Hafez was far from being a purist, he was a diluter of true Persian culture, writing in an Arab form. He quoted Ferdowsi and said, “now he is the man to study for pure Persian literary gems – go read Ferdowsi and… More Talking to strangers
Video: central Amsterdam under water in a poetic light display. “After having us cycle along starry night bike paths, Dutch artist and innovator Daan Roosegaarde has now turned his attention to the power of water. Just over one quarter of the Netherlands is below sea level and the sea is kept at bay by a… More Light and Water: Visual Poetry
https://flic.kr/s/aHskaK1pD3 Pictures from our visit to the Miffy art installation at the Museumplein in Amsterdam.
They never come back like lost socks, hair-ties, countless ballpoint pens Tupperware boxes handed out after parties for that morning snack, extra mithai, tomorrow’s lunch Monday night jolted me Searing pain A little boy in ‘trash pack’ pyjamas “You be brave” “No, you be brave” “Do you think they will keep you here forever?” “I… More Tupperware boxes
Those who read this blog regularly know my fondness for Amstel Park. I have befriended each hidden corner, nook and cranny, secluded benches and ponds. I have read under its trees, played hide and seek between its bushes, ran through the maze, broken ice on its neglected fountains, eaten ice cream, bandaged scraped knees, criticized… More Winter Sun and Yellow Things