The Red Light District
Walking down the paved streets of the busy and noisy Amsterdam afternoon were a couple hand in hand. Each with one hand holding the others, whilst their other hand trailed a suitcase behind them. Scouring the buildings as they walked, they were desperate to find their destination.
“Samantha…Are you sure it’s this way?”
The gentleman of the pair spoke up, he was of average height around five foot seven, brown hair, dark eyes and of an average to thin body type. He looked across at his wife, her brunette hair held up in a ponytail, look a little disheveled from travelling but she still looked good even in jeans and a t-shirt.
“Yes Frank…I’m sure..In fact…I think that’s it”
Samantha slowed her pace slightly and let go of her suitcase, using her now free hand to point to the hotel ahead of them. ‘The Rho hotel’. Frank smiled and nodded, grabbing Sam’s suitcase with his free hand. She began to rifle through her handbag to find their passports and hotel confirmation papers. Making their way into the building, they presented themselves to reception. After receiving their welcome pack up, they were taken upstairs and shown to their room. It was a modest room, more than practical for their weekend away. Leaving the suitcases to one side, they both flopped down onto the bed, exhausted.