Here is a higgley piggley layout of my favourite shots of Amsterdam. The day we walked around, visiting Anne Frank's house, was wild, wet and windy. It felt like the elements were conspiring against us, to give us a wretched day. I felt like turning away in despair. But when I finally saw Anne's house, and the conditions in which she and her family lived for nearly two years, I realized how childish I was being in letting the weather get me down. I perked up after that.
It's a dream come true to see Anne's house at last. I read her diary when I was a young girl.
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