Home, the heart. In an Amsterdam building, about to be torn down, Marjan Teeuwen, built the interior in giant stone piles.

As I get off my bike, someone else does too. It's improbable that we're both great minds. Rather that Amsterdam sometimes requires a keepsake.

On my way to the opening of a Jordaan art gallery opening, sunset hits the Westerkerk like Ruysdael's finger. Great to be floating over this city; a bike sure helps