This will be brief, lest my jet-lagged noggin come crashing down upon the keyboard.

The journey from Boston to Holland was on all accounts uneventful, in spite of British Airways' taking lumps from labor. Kudos to both the management and the front line workers. The service of BA puts others to shame.

After checking into the Owl Hotel, I went on a long walk around the city to get my bearings. I'll provide some of my impressions once my consciousness fog has lifted (and I consequently no longer have to rewrite each sentence 4 times).

Here are a few pictures from the day, however. I'll explain them more tomorrow.