Tap-Tap-Tap

Playing the piano as a hobby in Amsterdam isn’t the greatest of ideas. But I admit, I had forgotten how annoying it had been to hear my neighbour practice playing ‘Old McDonald had a farm’ over and over again, until he stopped me in the street today and asked, “you’ve taken up tap lessons have you?”

“Oh no,” I said, “that’s flamenco!”

“Is it really?” he asked.

I thought it best not to elaborate.