i can hear your question. a train? this post isn’t about a train. no, it isn’t. but girl reporter is doing some catch-up blogging while this rollicking train is zipping me across sweden. one would think i would have written 20 posts already since i’ve been on the train for 4.5 hours, but alas i am slow. and there are such green luscious fields and little swedish houses to admire. fields of sheep, wildflowers growing beside the tracks. we pass village after village and they’re all beautiful. oh dear.
the countryside between stockholm and stromstad is not as i imagined. it feels like i tore a page out of a pippi long stocking book. one where she steals a horse and buggy and goes off on an adventure. stopping along the way to involve herself in various scenic mishaps.
but no dear reader, this post is about gamla stan, the old center of stockholm.
if you’ve ever googled stockholm chances are that you saw a photo of gamla stan. there are very few other images of stockholm unless you really dig and wade past the zillions of gamla stan shots.
since my metro back from drottningholme made a stop here i hopped off to see what i could see.
to look, as it were, for something i hadn’t already seen online.
i like it when that happens
i like it a lot.
there’s a reason it’s been photographed so much.
the narrow cobbled streets & the golden hued buildings are enchanting. no doubt about it.
and…once you maneuver off the main arteries that are clogged with tourists you can wind your way through the less traveled lanes.
which is what i did.
some hidden pockets of quiet so still you can almost feel the buildings inhaling and exhaling.
i think traveling to new places is all about finding those places that don’t feel like they’ve been trodden over by the masses. of course you know they have, but when you’re the only soul around that’s where the magic begins.
here we have stortorget square. easily THE most photographed part of gamla stan. no less lovely because of it.
i sat with the masses, drank a beer at an outdoor cafe, and took it all in.
then scampered off to see what i could see a bit further from the fray.
in a small residential garden i found this notice!
if you’re swedish do translate this poster for me. while i wait for you i shall make my own interpretation.
my handsome pet bird måsen has gone missing. he took off from the windowsill and i haven’t seen him since. i admire his decision to venture out into the wide world. should you see him please tell him i miss him terribly, but understand his decision to take flight. i would have done the same.
if i were a bird.
goodbye for now! my train is nearly at it’s destination and ingrid will be waiting to collect me in her boat!
i will report back soon with another dispatch.