It’s a place I can wander for hours even though this old city within a city is confined to a small island, like so much of Stockholm.
It’s not called the Venezia of the north for nothing;)
Antique shops, local artists studios, restaurants, delightful and oh-so-full-of-atmospeher- cafes, specialty and food stores.
Navigating the narrow streets and backyards is like wandering through a magical labyrinth.
History is written in these walls, and the first evening I went wandering here with a friend, we joined a man in a black cape and a top hat with a lantern who led us through the streets and told animated stories of who lived here and life in this part of town.
I feel so lucky to wander through these narrow streets and feel the cold fall winds make my heart beat faster.
My cheeks turned rosy, winter winds made my hair blow in all directions at once and my fingers felt like ice inside my thin leather gloves.
All this made me feel alive.
To feel, to see, to touch and to experience.
At home, abroad and inside.
How lucky we are to explore the world through our senses
Homemade goods were on display and made our tastebuds wild with delight quite frequently.
I love Swedish pastry, which oftentimes rests in the shadow of delicious and perhaps more famous Danish pastry.
But after having tasted a cardamom bun or cinnamon roll, there is no going back.
Even if your in a hurry and don’t have time to snuggle up in a warm and cozy cafe, fret not, they have windows like these open with ‘take-away’ hot chocolate, pastries of light lunches.
They’r hard to pass by even if your favorite cafe is located next door…
This take-away spot is called “Kaffekoppen” and my favorite cafe next door is called “Sjokoladekoppen”.
Both a must visit when in town.