Stockholm
The night before leaving for Stockholm we eat smoked prawns and sour-dough bread with a chilled Sicilian Chardonnay (don’t knock it). Later, under a moon carved from ancient ivory, we slip from a 90 degree sauna into an ebony sea, and back again into the heat, our bodies bristling with excitement.
Katarina met us at the station in Stockholm and brought us to her apartment. Light and air and the weather manages to hold itself together for us to walk across the city. It’s Culture Week and we watch and hear the State Opera perform the Chorus of the Slaves from Verdi’s Nabucco.
After eating at a restaurant in the old town we watch the festivities around the annual Midnight run.
It’s good to be in a city again. Tomorrow we’ll be in Helsinki, half way between Stockholm and St Petersburg.
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