Old Amsterdam – in Winter

When I say “…the Magical City of Amsterdam…”. it is because I can remember images like this one, etched forever in my memory. The crisp, freezing cold, the tang of coal and wood smoke in the air and all sounds muffled as if the city itself is awed by the majesty ¬†of this blanket of snow that has turned even the ugliest places into a fairy-tale.

The “Brouwersgracht” in the winter of 1952