I just realized the Anne Frank house is on the same street as my hotel. Same tram stop.
My plan was to re-read her diary then go see the house.
But now that I realize I’m so close, I feel like I should go on this here trip. But it’s been YURRRRRRS since I read that book.
It seems crazy-pants to not go, when I’m so close. I guess I DID watch a PBS movie about her a few years ago…