My favorite crib in Stockholm is Stallmästaregården, an old gasthaus with creaky old wooden floors, the feeling of staying at someone’s private mansion (not a hotel), and the loveliest staff there ever was. I used to stay here every week, and returning after a year felt like taking a warm bath (the food in the excellent -reviewed restaurant helps, too).
(Stockholm, Sweden; April 2018)
Lund, one of those lovely university towns that faintly smell of cow barn in the morning.
(Lund, Sweden; April 2018)
”Instead of focusing on developing beauty, society focuses on chaos because it is more profitable” said Irene Kostas at Helsinki PechaKucha Night.
Nothing more to add to that today.
(Helsinki, Finland; April 2018)
Another gray day, this time at London Heathrow terminal five. Summer sun, when will you arrive?
(London, United Kingdom; April 2018)
In my mind, daffodils are flowers of old houses inhabited by sweet old ladies. In Finland they are mostly bright yellow wild daffodils. But oh, those special moments, when walking past a garden I would spot the smaller, white poet’s daffodil, with a little red crown. I could look at the intricate and symmetric architecture of a poet’s daffodil for a very long time.
In the winter garden in Helsinki, Easter was celebrated with daffodils. Perhaps partly because daffodils are also called Easter lilies in Finnish and Swedish? And what is more joyful than a sea of yellow and orange after a long, cold, dark winter?
(Winter gardens, Helsinki, Finland; April 2018)
On my first ever visit to London, in 2000, the London Eye was brand spanking new. The lines for a spin were days if not weeks long, even if each pod takes 25 people, allowing for plenty of space to move around. Originally I remember it was called the Millennium Wheel, and the rumor was that it was going to be dismantled after a while. I am glad that the London Eye is still up, 19 years later. I suppose Brits had to have an iconic, modern landmark, as the French have the Eiffel Tower.And 18 years after my first visit to London, I finally got to ride the thing. I excused myself from work early, took the tube down, navigated through the throngs of visitors and found myself in a nearly empty VIP lounge with a glass of champagne and the sun pouring in through the windows. Because if you wait for something for nearly two decades, you must go through it with style.
And rain or shine, London from the top is quite a sight.
(London, United Kingdom; March 2018)
Good morning, Stockholm. New view of the city today: above Karolinska Institutet’s old brick university campus buildings, and the brand-spanking new, eponymous, monster hospital.
(Stockholm, Sweden; March 2018)
In mid-March it was barely above freezing, but the sun was shining and the local bistro had put out deck chairs, hoping somebody would be brave enough. I was. Naturally, hot chocolate with a shot of mint liquor and a cloud of whipped cream helped me stay warm.
(Helsinki, Finland; March 2018)