There were lily pads, with sides, that were the size of small boats at the tropical pavilion at Berianska tradgarden. I think there were fairies having parties on them. Invisible fairies. There were also lovely walking paths, around a body of water that was not a lake, but like a lake, in Hagaparken.
On Sunday we spent hours drinking the best latte's and messing around in our travel journals at Gilda's Rum. There might have been a slice of Ljuulig Notpaj with fresh whipped cream involved as well.
We did not totally abandon our exploring. I love trying to say the words on all the street signs. Out loud. Incorrectly. There are lots of people riding bikes in Stockholm. On the cobblestone streets. We were not among them.
And thus ends travelogue #3 from Sweden. Sweet dreams.