There are so many blonde people here.
It’s funny that in the other cities, people looked at us and switched to English immediately. Here though, particularly if Michael or I are up front, they chat away in Swedish.
Stockholm isn’t nearly as grand as Paris or as quaint/Neo-Gothic as Amsterdam. There are hints of Paris in some of the doors and windows, but most everything is practical and fortress-like. Even the palace in the center of town is a flat face of stone with more windows than decorations. But that’s not to say that Stockholm is ugly. It’s very nice! It’s just not in the same classification as Amsterdam and Paris.
We spent the day seeing the main sights of Stockholm on the bus. The most impressive thing was the palace and the nearby opera house.
The opera house
Not the palace, but a pretty building nearby
Looking back at everyone’s pictures, apparently we were all so unimpressed with the palace that we didn’t take pictures. Whoops.
After seeing a few of the sights, we got off at an open air museum that showed all the different architectural styles over the years, focusing on 1400-1800. There was a beautiful old church with obviously ancient tapestries draped along the walls and a belfry that was was at least 70 feet tall and painted bright red. It looked like something out of How to Train Your Dragon.
The city was surprisingly empty in comparison to Amsterdam and Paris. Apparently only about a million people live there, but it seemed like less than that.
Tomorrow we’re spending the day at a viking village from 750. That’s right, pre-four digit dates. I can’t wait.