I immediately accepted Anne Frank’s invitation to join her for afternoon tea at Koffie ende Koeck, Amsterdam’s highly rated vegan cafe a mere scone’s throw away from the apartment where she almost grew up in Merwedeplein Square.
“It’s a pitcher in the shape of a frog,” says my husband, who works near the museum shop.
You were an ugly baby. As the first, you had a difficult journey, paving the way for yourself and then me, and your head came out pointed like a traffic cone.
I was chatting with a new friend at the café. I’d been sitting alone with a crossword when she came by and sat herself down. I’d heard about her before I met her.
Good morning. I am a beautiful man—thank God, I guess. Religion doesn’t speak to me. The sun rises, waking me like a dear friend might. Coffee can boost your cortisol levels—never touch the stuff