Dam Square sits on the dam across the Amstel that Amsterdam is named after, and the heavy classical block on its western side was never designed as a palace. It went up from 1648 as the town hall of a republic at the height of its wealth, to Jacob van Campen's plan, on more than thirteen thousand timber piles driven into wet ground. The restraint outside hides the point of the building: the Citizens' Hall, a marble room open to any citizen, with maps of the known world and the night sky inlaid in the floor and Atlas carrying the heavens overhead. Louis Napoleon moved in as king in 1808 and it has been a palace ever since.
The square around it is the city's crossing point rather than its prettiest corner: trams, pigeons, buskers and the noise of half the city crossing it. The tall white column opposite is the national war memorial, where the country stands silent every fourth of May. Early morning is the only time the cobbles are empty, and the sandstone goes honey-coloured before the crowds arrive.