PART V: AMSTERDAM.

Train. Berlin >>> Amsterdam. We were paired in our compartment with the two grumpiest old men on the planet, so we spent most of our time in the world’s sexiest dining car. Superlative voyage.

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At Canal House. My new rule is I only stay in hotels that have portraits of Coco Rocha in the bedrooms and Maarten Baas in the dining area.

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WK Amsterdam.

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Blue skies wherever we went…

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Overdyed rugs, Gaetano Pesce and etc. at Frozen Fountain.

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Spontaneous rockabilly throwdown in the street outside Café Brandon. That car, on those streets…?!

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Cheers!

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