My mother wanted to see the Stockholm archipelago. “I only ever get to go to Sweden in February and November”, she complained. So I took her to what is paradise for me, and the weather gods gave us their (somewhat unexpected) blessing.
As you guessed, this is still the vibrant town of Norrtälje where we stopped before going to the uttermost parts of the sea.
I particularily liked this street name, “uphill”.
In the Swedish country side, mail boxes aren’t at the houses but at the central spot to make things easier for the postman.
The best window views I know are the ones from the archipelago boats
Does a teacher live here?
Someone got married at Norröra that weekend. We found their traces everywhere, like here where the signs say “Ceremony” and “Party”.
The rose petals were still in the tiny chapel from the wedding
To the Lord give glory and let his praise be known on the islands, it says above the altar
Coming back into Stockholm in the unique Nordic evening light
