Even in the winter, or maybe especially in the winter (unclear on this distinction, frankly), Stockholm is a beautiful city.
It’s a wonderful walking city, in spite of (or perhaps because of) the snow. Everything’s actually pretty close, and worse case, you’re thirty minutes from the next thing. And there’s all this water and open sky. Reflections on ‘flections on ‘flections.
Look at this badass motherfucker. Courtesy of a gallery of old school portraits at the Fotografiska.
Dropped by the Vasa Museum, where they have a reconstruction of an actual ship from a bunch of centuries ago when they made ships out of wood. Also, whoever made this particular ship fucked up real good because it sank after a few miles. By a few miles, I mean less than five miles. That’s about as good as those origami boats I used to make in third grade and put it in some sink water. But it does look like a pretty badass warship.
If it could only float.
And of course, Stockholm has some cool shops. Check out this dope poster. City of champions indeed.
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