The volcano somehow made the weather here nicer -- abnormally warm and sunny -- and this is the first time that I've been here to see the bulbs in bloom.
It really looked like the postcards.
No flights out meant that there were even more flowers for sale at what seemed to be bargain basement prices.
No flights out meant that there were even more flowers for sale at what seemed to be bargain basement prices.
We were here for a workshop, and of course Amartya attended too. So did some chickens, as the workshop was held in an art center that was outside Delft that had hens (and a rooster) than wandered in and out of the sessions.
Amartya skyped with his friend in India from the closet.
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