Amsterdam in July is one of those cities that tricks you. The sun comes out, the canal terraces fill up, everyone around you is laughing over cold Heinekens, and for about forty-five minutes you think you’ve landed in a European summer dream. Then the clouds roll in from nowhere, a

Amsterdam in May is one of those cities that looks like it was built for Instagram but feels like it was designed to destroy your outfit plans. One morning you’re sipping coffee in golden sunshine outside a canal café, sleeves rolled up, thinking you’ve nailed it. By afternoon, the sky