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From the dyke road at Hoek van Holland, the two gates lie open against either bank of the Nieuwe Waterweg like the jaws of something that has not yet decided to bite. They are painted a flat industrial white, and at l…

At twenty past eight on a Tuesday morning, the cycle path on the Eerste Constantijn Huygensstraat in Amsterdam West is doing something that the people who built it never planned for: it is queuing. Not gridlocked, exa…

The decisive sentence in a Zurich tender is no longer the one with the lowest number in it. On a procurement officer's screen in the city's finance department, a spreadsheet adds the purchase price of a thing — a flee…

At rush hour on the Dronning Louises Bro, the bridge over the lakes that separates the city centre from Nørrebro, the bicycles arrive in waves timed to the lights. There are more of them than there are cars on …

At a bus stop on Waterloo Road, the dot-matrix sign says the 59 is four minutes away. So does the phone of the woman standing under it, and the phone of the man twenty metres on who never looks at the sign at all. The…

On a July afternoon in the inner districts, the difference between two streets is a number you can feel before you can read it. Step out of the shaded courtyard of a Görögkertváros-era block onto the …