Walk and walking in the city centre, the icon-light there to insure your anonymously safe crossing waits ten meters further on, where less brazen touristics assemble.
Coming up from the hitherto unseen roadway dip, your last left look causes a look-back-blind-spot filled, now, by the euro car.
Surprise, anger, concern, the freeze face astonishments of pedestrians, the driver, his passenger too.
Your Man In Amsterdam scampers off, the extra good couple X sees whenever bad guy Y gives chase.
--Shoe phone not exactly ringing off the hook either