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At the Andaz Hotel we once had a remarkable guest: Mrs. Bluespoon.

She was a warm and kind person, an inspiration. Everybody loved her. The more time Mrs. Bluespoon spent in Amsterdam, the more she fell in love with the city in all its forms: the food, the art, but mostly the people. She had the ability to connect and make friends with anyone.

Whenever her travels took Mrs. Bluespoon to Amsterdam you could find her in the hotel’s restaurant, sipping from a coffee or a cocktail, catching up with friends. And every time she left, Mrs. Bluespoon left a void. Not just because of her extravagant personality, also because she treated the staff like family.

In order to feel her presence even when she was gone they decorated the lobby, bar and restaurant in the extravagant style of Mrs. Bluespoon. Indeed, they even named it after her. Now everybody could feel as warm, welcome and loved as Mrs. Bluespoon always made them feel.

Mrs. Bluespoon still drops by every once in a while. Sometimes you’ll see her, sometimes you won’t. But even when she’s not around, her extravagance always lingers.

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