In Amsterdam, looking around Anne Frank’s neighborhood while we waited for our ticketed time to enter the museum, I was captivated by what I saw in the window of a building on the other side of the canal. I have no idea what kind of business was in the building, maybe a wedding planner, or dressmaker, or just a person who liked to collect cool and odd things.
Imagine, cake toppers telling a story. The cake is long gone, but the little figures live on in the window.
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