There isn't a lot of verbiage to share, but I did take pictures.
|Yes, I'm Swedish!|
|Joe indulges . . . .|
|Tools used for blowing glass|
In the evening we returned to a restaurant we had enjoyed four years ago, Sallys. They no longer serve the pasta dish that I remembered so well, but I loved the reindeer filet that I chose. And no, it doesn't taste like chicken.
On Friday morning we split up for a few hours. Joe wanted to try to visit a yellow church he had noticed from the Skansen ferry and I wanted to stroll on the shopping street. So we did that and met at lunch time.
photography museum. There were three exhibits. The first one seemed to be "What is the strangest photograph we can make?" The third one Joe called, "Women staring into space." But the second one was well worth the cost of admission and the walk out to the museum. It was comprised of the photographs of animal conservationist Nick Brandt, and while we didn't know it was going to be on (and, in fact, it closes in two days), we were so glad that it was. The photos of the various animals, the elephants in particular, were poignant.
Stockholm is an archipelago, comprised of many, many islands. Boats are everywhere, both private and public. In addition to the sight-seeing hop-on/hop-off boats, there are commuter ferries. Citizens of Stockholm spend a lot of time on the water.