The first house we lived in together was a small but
wonderful attic in the southern part of Amsterdam called “de Pijp”. Best things
about it were the lightness in the apartment, the fact that nobody could see
you (except for the neighbor when she would open her skylight and stick her
head out, scared the hell out of me one morning) and the magnificent view we
had from our rooftop terrace with the ‘Rijksmusem’ as the big eye catcher. So
many good memories.
