I sought only the most quaint of accommodations in Amsterdam. The unknown, quirky, kitschy spaces that inspire me to write and think. Handed a skeleton key and pointed across the cobblestone alley to a door illuminated in the flickering light of a bulb swinging overhead, I knew I had found the right place. I felt like Sherlock Holmes sliding the thick key in the lock, smiling as I heard the click that would allow me to enter. Dizzy from climbing the spiraling staircase, I plopped down on the wire bed when I reached the top floor. It groaned. Opening my eyes, I looked up and caught a glimpse of the sunset through the window. But there was something in my view. Turning right side up, I pushed open the shutters and peered out into the sky. A massive steel crane sat in the distance. It made me laugh. During late night sessions, it made me ponder the infrastructure and government in the Netherlands. Today, it gives me a reason to go back.
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