back from Stockholm. Brief summary: it's beautiful, but it curdles!
more Seriously, there has been much admired the city at night, since it is pitch dark at 15:00 ... it's quite disturbing actually. I wanted to go to bed at 18:30. together like we did the marathon of museums, there were plenty back at the end of the day and it did not help.
must say that the formula included a weekend pass transport + museums that has depreciated. both for transport (metro + bus + tram were performed) than for museums. we admired the gold of the Viking (Historical Museum), the Swedish decorative arts and the power applied to art or propaganda Napoleonic, Russian & Swedish through Art (National Museum), a stepladder in the middle of a room (museum of modern art - still not understood), an incredible boat 17th, Vasa, who had the idea (good?) flowing just launched, and which was recovered 333 years later almost full (Vasa Museum), monkeys, tarantulas, snakes, seals, wolves, reindeer and elk at Skansen Park.
finally, all that to say that Stockholm is full of little islands all different (special mention for the one that houses the medieval town) is beautiful tree at night thankfully and Swedish strollers equipped with snow tires is impressive.
epilogue barely up this morning I read an email from Helo delighted that the snow that comes in his favorite city. and me to go, to retort that I am very happy to live in a city or the tarmac is black and I like the grip of my shoes on the sidewalk in Paris after three days to walk like a penguin tired. and there, God m'écartèle under general anesthesia if possible *, big flakes like the tails of rabbits began to fall on the city, fucking in the air all the traction I was so proud ... I was punished by that when I sin, it is not pretty.
* PSS (Post Scriptum Seb) I know this is the first two volumes of the Chronicles of hatred usually by heart ... stp stp stp later!
