Strolling through Stockholm is a feast for the eyes. Down each alley, around every corner, it doesn't disappoint.
From the streets of Gamlastan to the allotment gardens on Sodermalm.
Traveling by bus and metro we are meeting the nicest people. From the man with the sleeping baby in his stroller who told us how to get to the place where we could purchase our bus passes, to the woman walking by who informed us the stadium we were passing was built for the 1912 summer Olympics. All helpful.
We are wandering with only a loose outline of a plan that can be changed on a whim. Stopping for meditation to allow all that we are seeing to properly anchor itself into our minds.