A line of cyclists is careening through Amsterdam, an off-center, sleepy part.

The leader shouts, "Ze smallest park from Amsterdam!"

I looked. There was a little park. Pretty normal-sized.

"Oh, eet's smallest park from Amsterdam," says someone in the line.

"What did he say?"

"Ze smallest park from Amsterdam."

Well, then. Everybody's got the message.

Then someone standing on the sidewalk says, "Did you know that's the smallest park in Amsterdam? ... That one right there."