Unfortunately all of the tours around the Stockholm archipelago and through the canals are still on winterbreak (or only on the weekends because of winter) but I found one “Winter Boat Tour” around Stockholm and it was lovely!









Unfortunately all of the tours around the Stockholm archipelago and through the canals are still on winterbreak (or only on the weekends because of winter) but I found one “Winter Boat Tour” around Stockholm and it was lovely!
At this time one week ago I landed in Stockholm, or at Arlanda airport near Stockholm. Two busrides later I arrived at my cozy apartment (found on Airbnb*) in the Södermalm (SOFO) district (and island). Stockholm – a city built on island, turn around a corner and you´re at the sea again – one more reason to fall in love with it!
Another one are all those little wooden houses one still finds all over the city, sometimes quite unexpected!Built in the 18th century working class families lived in these houses.
Berlin vibes in Stockholm: little cafés, cool shops, lots of vintage stores…
Walking a little further, turning around some corners and you´ll find yourself on Monteliusvägen (Montelius road), a promenade on the edge of the rock with the most beautiful view of Mälaren, Gamla stan, Riddarholmen and Stadshuset (Cityhall) on Kungsholmen, flight of stairs lead down to Söder Mälarstand (quay). Start at the corner to Bastugatan, don´t miss the amazing green wooden house from the 18th century.
It´s an constant up and down and up and down.
And another view of Gamla Stan from Fotografiska (the photography museum)
It´s about time to get lost in the narrow alleys of the Spanish Quarters! Football inspired streetart and SSC Napoli devotional items on every corner, laundry, roaring vespas, children playing (and sometimes even driving the vespas), neighbours talking over the streets, little shops and bars and thousands of little (and bigger) shrines everywhere!
There’s an intimacy here in this working class neighborhood where so much action–love affairs, arguments, jokes, happen right out in the open, right before my eyes. I walk past altars put up for someone’s mamma, street level doors open to family kitchens, and my eyes meet a signorina as she stirs at the stove. Often tables from those kitchens are simply moved out to the street–so what I thought at first must be a great family restaurant, is actually simply a great family dining al fresco outside their front door, giving me a smile as I pass by. Susan Vanallen