Walking along the Museumplein on a weeknight evening in Amsterdam, the sights and smells of the pedestrian mall between the Rijksmuseum and Het Concertgebouw might be characterised as medicinal. The pungent scent of cannabis is unmistakable as it wafts through the air.
The scene is not much different the more you wander north towards De Wallen. Anyone who makes prolonged eye contact with suppliers loitering the streets, the ones who make their business by scanning the bustling night-time crowds looking for partiers, is bound to be asked, “You need me to get you anything?” Read more at ESPN.
