Obviously there is no way of me not noticing anything that looks or sounds suspiciously Swedish around me in Hamburg. Soon I’ll have tested all Swedish cafés (#findingfika is yet to be posted). Even Ingrid runs into the oddest connections to Svea Riket which is why I would like to give you today’s recommended read: Bismarck overload, Swedish interior Design and the hottest weekend ever. Ingrid ended up in a party location that breathed both Sweden and Dead German Chancellor because the grandson of Bismarck married the daughter of the Swedish Court’s architect who then turned a place near Hamburg into a giant stuga. (Yeah, weird.) Ingrid takes us down to the Schwedenzimmer and in her refreshing art-connoisseur-way explains that she is a Bauhaus girl while I am a Svenskt Tenn lady.