The one evening when everything else is already spoken for
Amsterdam on the fourteenth of February is a city with no spare tables. Restaurants take their bookings in January, the boats that run the canals fill days ahead, and the couples who left it late end up trying three doorways in the cold before settling for a fourth. A valentines massage for couples in Amsterdam cannot be lost that way, because the venue is the room the two of you are already sleeping in. No queue at the door, no cloakroom, no thirty minute wait for a table promised at eight. Two therapists come to the address you give us, at the hour you pick, and the evening stays private from the first knock to the last goodbye. The weather in this city in mid February is a second quiet argument for keeping the whole night indoors, since nothing about this plan asks either of you to put a coat back on.