by Manarah Brown
Alleyways, bustling streets, and payphones. People buzzed around, enjoying the cool December afternoon. Much of the unknown architecture flooded my mind with curiosity and intrigued the artist within me. Tall window panes and fine stone creations towered above. The canals carried memory, beauty, and tradition just below the street’s edge. And their little bridges were passageways to other unexplored areas of the city. The houseboats hold only those who want more out of life, I expect. To end the fine day: a rainy evening, and of course, the gulls swooping overhead, hoping I’d drop a piece of my Amsterdam bread.
