The Stockholm Classy Pants Phenomenon

It was raining in Stockholm when we pulled into port; dreary yet picturesque- perhaps, it even more so because of the murkiness. Stockholm is niched amongst thousands of islands, an archipelago-city, city-archipelago. Water, water all around. In the sky, on the ground, left and right. Jenn and I started our self-propelled tour off by visiting the Gamla Stan- the old part of the city. We saw the Royal Palace, an adjacent church, meandered through the cobblestone streets. Just rambling the entire day as the weather cleared up. We crossed over one of the hundreds of bridges onto another island, which is supposedly where all the youngin’s hang but I suppose it was too early for them to have emerged. We ate lunch at a cemetery.

We visited the Vasa Museum after lunch. This is quirky: a gorgeous Viking ship called the Vasa was built in the 1600s in Stockholm and sank on its maiden voyage. In the 1950s it was rediscovered not far off the port, completely intact. The preservation is remarkable; the ship itself is marvelous in its detailed carvings of Romans and Greeks (the Swedes were obsessed with their cultures), crests, and kings. In total, Jenn and I walked about 7 km in a few hours in order to pack all the sights in. It was a tough day due to the time change, lack of sleep, weather, other factors but a nice was to start off our grand Scandinavian tour.

Also, the Swedish Princess is marrying her personal trainer. The Swedes are not pleased.

General observations on Swedes/Stockholm:

The city is clean, sharp, under construction.
Jenn was mistaken for a Swede.
The men wear particularly nice pants.

Soundtrack for the day:

Royksopp- Triumphant
Fischersponner- Money Can’t Dance
Klaxons- Gravity’s Rainbow
Lykke Li- Little Bit
The Raveonettes- Lust

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