Exodus to Amsterdam Göteborg

This was one of those random “THAT’S something you don’t see every day” moments that makes living in Europe so awesome.

We had just returned back home from an afternoon at the market to find an anonymous jazz marching band coming up our street. No idea who they were, where they were going, what (if anything) they were celebrating, but on a warm, sunny Saturday afternoon… who cares?

Between outdoor markets, pub patios in the sun, and random marching bands, it’s been a pretty stellar day so far, and it’s just past 4:00 in the afternoon. I wonder what the rest of the day holds?

amsterdam, you big tourist market, Prinsengracht, pubs, would you shave already