Hej då, Stockholm, almost
Random pics, drawing to a close:
This bronze statue is heated and not far from our hotel. It's a public service; we figured it has probably saved people's lives. It is friggin cold. I am wearing about 5 layers, just about everything I brought with any warmth value. Shown huddling around the warm bronze lady are: Don (who doesn't look very cold; he has a Norte Euro sort of heritage), Lewis deSoto, Squeak Carnwath and Era (all artists showing in The Missing Peace).
Lewis enjoying his food (swallowing a hot dog). Judy, Chandra and Era are enjoying it as well.
We spent an hour or so at a high-end coffee shop watching the Stockholmers go by. As Chandra said, it looked like a fashion runway. It seemed they were all tall, slim and good-looking, stylishly dressed.
Most of our friends left, and Don and I were "alone" in Stockholm. We did have drinks with Filippo di Sambuy and his wife, Patrizia - heard a little about the art world in Italy. We told him about The Missing Peace in Romania. Wanted to visit Galleri Astley, recommended to us by our friend Abby, but it was some distance away and we would have to stay overnight. Nervous about missing the plane.
So now we have to entertain each other. Here is Don eating flat bread and looking excited to see me; wouldn't you say? The Diplomat has a great breakfast buffet.
Email from Darlene; she and Ron were in Mumbai already. So strange that they could be in Sweden with us one minute and India the next. She said that the man standing next to me at The Nobel Museum is named Olov, the Museum's director (see first Stockholm email) and the singer she thinks is Kesang.
Shopping alone, almost, at the covered market, up the street from our hotel. Sometimes this market is so crowded that it is difficult to push your way through the aisles.
Checking out the bakery. They had the most delicious cardamon croissants. Don't ask about my outfit; I'm just trying to keep warm.
We walked out of our hotel and were greeted with the sound of fife and drum. Who can resist a marching band and soldiers strutting their stuff? especially in these outfits.
We followed them all the way to the Royal Palace. As Don says, a much more satisfactory way of generating patriotism than some others (like starting a war).
One more to come.
Era and Don