|Star on a dish in the National Museum, Stockholm|
Thursday was, dangerously, 'shopping day'. Oh my god, but the shops were beautiful and expensive. We took our twelve-year-old label-addict to NK, Stockholm's answer to Selfridges, which was cruel, really, as our pockets are more suited to H&M. H&M was pretty good too. David didn't believe me when I told him that the Swedish state controls sales of alcohol and that you have to go to a special shop to buy booze, but it's true, so we went to a Systembolaget shop, just for the experience. Quite nice really, as I had envisaged a grubby hatch in a concrete wall with unmarked bottles being shoved through in exchange for a bundle of notes. The Systembolaget website (linked above) is fascinating, with a report on 'What would happen if the state monopoly ended?', complete with morbid animations showing the undermining of Swedish values -- it's easy to laugh, but the contrast between the superb city experience we had in Stockholm and the complete rampaging nightmare we returned to surely includes alcohol as a factor.
|'floating' exhibition at the Architecture Museum|
Konsthantverkarna, Sweden's oldest craft association, and this was full of excellent objects, some beautiful, some quirky, witty and mad.
Grill, a restaurant which was also quirky, witty and mad.
The postcard above the Viking king gives an impression of Sigtuna high street as my photos were no good. It was very posh, a bit like Fowey or Lyme Regis, aimed at upmarket tourists, I guess. But very nice. We had our lunch in a very very old cafe -- ignore the creepy mannequin:
|The Tant Grön cafe, Sigtuna|
|One of hundreds of 'perfect places' we saw -- this one on the lakeshore at Sigtuna|