Stockholm is beautiful. Really beautiful. It’s a lot bigger and busier than Oslo, and it’s obvious that one was the center of an empire and the other wasn’t. We still prefer the size and pace of Oslo, but there’s no dispute that Stockholm is stunning.
Today we roamed through the narrow alleyways of the old quarter, took a sightseeing cruise around the Baltic Sea, the lake and the canals around which the city is built, went to the Vasa Museum (thanks again to Brad Parkinson for the recommendation), and also went to the very strange Helmut Newton and Motohiko Odani photo exhibits at the Fotografiska Museum.
But the highlight of the day may have been the Swedish meatball lunch we had in the old quarter. It was unbelievable. While we were enjoying it I asked Jamie if she thought this might be one of those times when you’re just so hungry that whatever’s put in front of you seems like the best thing you’ve ever eaten. She said, “No. This is really, really good.”
They bore no resemblance to the Swedish meatballs my French mother used to make.