The Singular Path

This month I spent several days in the Netherlands: Amsterdam, Utrecht, Den Haag, Leiden. I visited museums to contemplate the work of Rembrandt and Vermeer, and I tasted pickled herring and salty black licorice. But, as always when I find myself in a new place, my best attempt at tourism swiftly degenerated into aimless wandering. After two or three obligatory queues, I was prepared to toss out itineraries and checklists in favor of straying down the first alley that presented itself. So, for the last half of my trip, I walked.

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