Which is why I was mute. And while I was there this little blogette celebrated a year of existing. Despite often falling into neglect and silence, which I am going to attempt to prevent in the future. Did you hear the poetry there?
In Stockholm last week it was c.o.l.d, though you might not be able to tell from the photos. There was lots of frozen water in the mornings. There were also huge cinnamon/cardamon buns for breakfast at Cafe Saturnus (bigger than my hand, even though the picture clearly doesn't do justice to this), and delicious warm coffees.
I went to the breathtaking public library, which is a giant cylinder of books, and saw a frozen newspaper on a snowy bench.
The tunnelbana/underground/metro/subway (or whatever it's known as in your local city) is also pretty phenomenal, and the escalators look like they can reach the stars.
Another installment of Swedish lovin' coming soon.......
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