Amsterdam blast furnace of traffic and storming youths caked in Orange marauding train platforms and festivalling through the city. Horns and yawns on vuvuzelas. Excitement, litter, beer, suncream.
People have travelled in. As I sit to take in the scenery around Muntplein there’s a one way traffic to Museumplein – where the big screen is and a hundred thousand dreams could love or die. Streams of orange feather bowers and orange, orange, orange and orange .