So, Sam and I (Fabian choice this week-end to become sick, so Sam was forced to accompany me) arrived safely in a snowy Stockholm. We (or I) had booked a ghost walk in Gamla stan. OK, but not especially scarry. But to do it in knee deep snow and with more coming was brilliant. What an atmosphere!
Here is some pics of our evening together. It is good to be me.
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