Street Scenes: Stockholm

Stockholm, Sweden, 2014.

A few of the many things I loved about Sweden:

Everyone in the country takes practically the entire month of July off because it’s pretty much the only time it’s warm
Every place name is at least 15 letters long and usually ends in “garten”
That legendary sense of style (which I will showcase in another post forthcoming)
They’re so proud of ABBA, and with good reason
The Swedish word for elevator is “hiss”
Nystekt Strömming, which is a somewhat unassuming food stand that serves the best goddamn fried herring meal ever that I am still thinking about and drooling over three years later
Gnomes, cats and dala horses

And one very important travel tip: If you try a Swedish snap, which is basically an extremely toxic shot served in a fancy glass embedded in a bowl of ice, please note that the drinks are sold by the centiliter, so make sure to ask your server about prices (my stubborn American brain cannot comprehend the metric system). If you don’t, you may end up paying U.S. $35 for one shot. Like someone whose name we will not mention.

I now invite you to enjoy some of the loveliness of the Venice of the North (and hometown of H&M and Ikea, but that’s not important right now):