My favourite season is here, and Amsterdam is clothed in a vivid fiery blanket of leaves. The crunch of dried leaves underfoot is very satisfying – and I find it hard to resist the urge to kick them up.
A perfect soft autumn evening with the light playing on the canals is when the city is really at its most beautiful.
Just as I am about to leave. I’ll be back in November, though by then the leaves will have fallen.
I am not a tourist 