Schiphol: from airport to Aerotropolis

Bubbles, at Schiphol airport: three hours before their flight leaves for Beijing, so they have plenty of time to enjoy life. Work comes later.

Over the years, Michele has learnt to love these moments. To deliberately find time, during days that are often fast paced. What he would never have imagined doing was learning to enjoy them in an airport, let alone one like this with its uninterrupted flow of people, an almost infinite list of potential destinations, a global hub for moving goods and people.

But there is more to Schiphol than this. After lunch, they could go for a walk in the enormous airport park, among secular trees, the futuristic digital tweets and butterfly holograms. Or hop over to Holland Boulevard and decide whether to take advantage of a book (kindly on loan from the first airport library in the world) or try his luck at the Holland Casino.

He raises his eyes: businessmen with their iPads sipping vegetable juices at La Place, a moustachioed Arab headed towards the Dutch Kitchen Bar, two girls, apparently friends, in one of the shopping streets, about to stop for a macaroon at Cafè Chocolat. The Harvest Market, where three kids are playing tag, looks like a real Dutch Market, colourful and brightly lit.

He thinks back – he would never have imagined all this then. He remembers the echo of the announcements over the PA system, the weight of the air conditioning, the head-splitting perfume in the duty free shop, never-ending waits and shrink-wrapped sandwiches – all relegated to the past.

Then came the future..

Michele has changed and so have his surroundings. A spectacular fusion of luxury, art and technology, at the service of travellers looking to chill out, fulfil their desires and satisfy their taste. This is Schiphol aerotropolis, a city of the third millennium.