I was all the time curious how my photographs will change when the summer sets in. This night was the first pleasantly warm night of the year. The colors seem to swift towards yellow-gold I see now. Apart from this nice summer glare I also sensed an over all feeling of melancholy while strolling around the city. It was in the faces of the people I passed by. On the doorstep and in the bars for instance. But also in this strange romantic scene of the canal I sense it. The people on the little boat were playing a very bad, very vague, hip hop-rendition of 'Non Je Ne Regrette Rien'. It was the evening of May 21 when I made this image of the Ruysdaelkade.