Another perk on this trip was getting to fly via Bromma Airport in Stockholm. That´s the smaller, older airport, and I haven´t had the pleasure before. I took a few photos there, but they are all bad and pointless, so I will not bother you with those.
This year I bought an autobiography that Margareta recommended. I will blog about it when I have read it.
It says "Café" on the sunblind, and indeed they had one, squeezed into the old defense wall itself. I didn´t get a very good picture of it, and besides, we didn´t have coffee there anyway.
|The Town wall from the outside. What Valdemar Atterdag had to overcome.|
I absolutely love the look of old stone constructions. There is such beauty in the patterns, the way things were made, and remember that this wasn´t supposed to show at all. This would have been totally plastered over and covered with painings or whatever.
|Look at the detail of that!|
|Again, I had a most informed and enthusiastic guide.|
|The walk down by the sea shore.|
I am very excited to find modern artwork in places like this. The old bombed out cathedral in Coventry comes to mind. (Which I seem to have NOT BLOGGED ABOUT! Have to make amends and dig out those pictures!)
As so often happens, the older generation is already gone by the time we ourselves are mature enough to have formed relevant questions to ask them.
|Me, in front of a pavillion in the Bothanical Gardens. (Photo credits to Margareta)|
|Red troll grapes.|
After this, we walked home through a quiet and sleepy Visby, to nightcaps in the hotel bar, and a good night´s sleep.