The Vondelpark is a long ribbon of green just past the museums, and it is the busiest park in the country. There is no single thing to see in it, which is the reason to come. On the first warm day of the year the whole city arrives at once and the lawns disappear under people, wine and speakers. The rest of the time it runs as infrastructure: commuters cycling through, joggers on the loop, prams, herons standing in the ponds with complete indifference.
It was laid out from 1865 in the English landscape manner: curving paths, planted clumps of trees, water shaped to look accidental. A company of wealthy residents built it for the new villas going up around it, the public used it as their own, and the city ended up owning it. The name is Joost van den Vondel's, the seventeenth-century poet whose statue stands near the eastern end. The open-air theatre plays free through the summer, and the terraces fill on any evening the weather allows.