Amsterdam

I travelled up to London on Sunday afternoon to avoid leaving at a silly hour to get an early Eurostar. Stayed at Argyle Square close to St Pancras. Picked up a couple of meal deals before catching the 8:16 to Amsterdam and arrived on time at 13:20. Strolled out into a bright but cold city.

I wandered from the Centraal station to de Oude Kerk


and on towards Koninklijk Paleis.


I continued to wander aimlessly until I decided that I needed to eat. I called in at Fabel Friet. It was very nice, but I'm not sure it was healthy. Soon after, I headed back to the station. I went to the back of the station and I was surprised by the view.


I found a cafe nearby that was quiet, warm and with a loo, to have a drink. The NightJet arrived early for us to find our cabins in time for the 18:59 to Vienna.

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