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Stockholm by day - taken on Sunday morning
I rose early, partly because I always do and partly because I wanted to get some breakfast in me and take a walk around a bit of the city before catching the train to Uppsala to see a friend. A bitter wind was blowing but it was not as grim and wet as the forecast had been predicted, though I did yearn for the scarf and gloves I’d foolishly left at home.
Granite lion. These are not merely decorative, although they are in this particular location; they also help to prevent vehicular attack on the streets with heaviest pedestrian traffic.
Alla Folks. Sculpture by Nils Dahlgren.
Same sculpture from the other side.
Carl Eldhs Brantingsmonument. A sculpture dedicated to International Worker’s Day. At this exact moment, I was listening to Rose Sinister’s podcast analysis of the film Underworld from the point of view of Marxist critical theory.
Master August Palm, socialist activist.
Pedestrian crossing.
Hold hands when walking down this street, please.
I think this bench heard some stories last night.
Monument in the cemetery of Adolf Fredrik’s church.
Dome of Adolf Fredrik’s church. The bells played a melancholy tune when they struck the hour.
Fountain monument, with single red rose.
Painted rock at the base of the monument.
Accessible crypt. Good for the less able-bodied revenant.
Olof Palme’s gravestone.
More traditional gravestones.
So pretty with the roses in bloom.
Henkes Grill
Monks American Bar. There’s usually an Irish or British pub in any given European city, but I’m not used to this idea and I’m not sure I like it.
This is the entrance to Tunnelgatan (see Day 281).
Window display of the “Asian Market”, with maneki neko.
“Thai Fastfood & Sushi”. This made me laugh, because they have rolled as many East Asian cultures as possible into one here. There were Japanese, Korean, Chinese and Thai dishes pictured in the windows. And, of course, sushi. Either there isn’t sufficient East Asian population here to support differentiation of these rather dissimilar cuisines, or the East Asian population that is in Stockholm doesn’t have sufficient influence to educate non-East Asian Swedes in their differentiation.
Street art on garage doors.
More street art a little further down. I’m now regretting that I didn’t check out the menu at Rayavadee Royal Thai Cuisine, because it appeared from the outside to be a classier joint than Thai Fastfoot & Sushi, although that doesn’t guarantee it would have been less random.
Guardian lions in the shopping district.
Golden Owl is watching you.
A very red arcade.
Bicycle and brick wall.
Room key, just before I went downstairs to check out. I can’t explain why, but I liked having a chunky bit of complicated metal rather than the electronic swipe cards that you usually get these days.
Stockholm by night - taken on Friday evening
A table with Big Strong Beers on it, and a leaflet (in English) about the Stockholm Public Library.
The Rock Bar has an “Everybody Rock ‘n’ Roll Toilet”. I move that there should be an “Everybody Rock ‘n’ Roll Toilet” in more venues.
Guitarist/singer opened with the Cranberries “Zombie”.
As I staggered home from the rock bar on Friday night, it turns out I also took some photos with my dSLR. A few of them even turned out OK.
Inflatable ghost hovering over one of the main shopping avenues, because the Swedes appear to have embraced Halloween.
Public toilets: always a good idea. Accessible public toilets: an even better idea.
“Haymarket”? This isn’t London.
Yes, OK, I’m reassured. Because in London there isn’t a “Restaurang London”. Probably.
I rose early, partly because I always do and partly because I wanted to get some breakfast in me and take a walk around a bit of the city before catching the train to Uppsala to see a friend. A bitter wind was blowing but it was not as grim and wet as the forecast had been predicted, though I did yearn for the scarf and gloves I’d foolishly left at home.
Granite lion. These are not merely decorative, although they are in this particular location; they also help to prevent vehicular attack on the streets with heaviest pedestrian traffic.
Alla Folks. Sculpture by Nils Dahlgren.
Same sculpture from the other side.
Carl Eldhs Brantingsmonument. A sculpture dedicated to International Worker’s Day. At this exact moment, I was listening to Rose Sinister’s podcast analysis of the film Underworld from the point of view of Marxist critical theory.
Master August Palm, socialist activist.
Pedestrian crossing.
Hold hands when walking down this street, please.
I think this bench heard some stories last night.
Monument in the cemetery of Adolf Fredrik’s church.
Dome of Adolf Fredrik’s church. The bells played a melancholy tune when they struck the hour.
Fountain monument, with single red rose.
Painted rock at the base of the monument.
Accessible crypt. Good for the less able-bodied revenant.
Olof Palme’s gravestone.
More traditional gravestones.
So pretty with the roses in bloom.
Henkes Grill
Monks American Bar. There’s usually an Irish or British pub in any given European city, but I’m not used to this idea and I’m not sure I like it.
This is the entrance to Tunnelgatan (see Day 281).
Window display of the “Asian Market”, with maneki neko.
“Thai Fastfood & Sushi”. This made me laugh, because they have rolled as many East Asian cultures as possible into one here. There were Japanese, Korean, Chinese and Thai dishes pictured in the windows. And, of course, sushi. Either there isn’t sufficient East Asian population here to support differentiation of these rather dissimilar cuisines, or the East Asian population that is in Stockholm doesn’t have sufficient influence to educate non-East Asian Swedes in their differentiation.
Street art on garage doors.
More street art a little further down. I’m now regretting that I didn’t check out the menu at Rayavadee Royal Thai Cuisine, because it appeared from the outside to be a classier joint than Thai Fastfoot & Sushi, although that doesn’t guarantee it would have been less random.
Guardian lions in the shopping district.
Golden Owl is watching you.
A very red arcade.
Bicycle and brick wall.
Room key, just before I went downstairs to check out. I can’t explain why, but I liked having a chunky bit of complicated metal rather than the electronic swipe cards that you usually get these days.
Stockholm by night - taken on Friday evening
A table with Big Strong Beers on it, and a leaflet (in English) about the Stockholm Public Library.
The Rock Bar has an “Everybody Rock ‘n’ Roll Toilet”. I move that there should be an “Everybody Rock ‘n’ Roll Toilet” in more venues.
Guitarist/singer opened with the Cranberries “Zombie”.
As I staggered home from the rock bar on Friday night, it turns out I also took some photos with my dSLR. A few of them even turned out OK.
Inflatable ghost hovering over one of the main shopping avenues, because the Swedes appear to have embraced Halloween.
Public toilets: always a good idea. Accessible public toilets: an even better idea.
“Haymarket”? This isn’t London.
Yes, OK, I’m reassured. Because in London there isn’t a “Restaurang London”. Probably.
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The Scot LOATHES Scottish pubs found outside Scotland!
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Yes, I've always found myself disappointed when traveling with a group outside the UK, and the group decides to go to the English/Irish/Scottish pub for a meal. Thankfully this has only ever happened to me a few times but it was invariably a dreary experience.
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Stockholm generally defaults to pan-Asian restaurants (e.g. "China Thai" or "Japanese and Korean Food Kitchen") but culture-specific and -appropriate ones do exist. There's a brisk trade in Thai street kitchens and takeaway, and just the street I work on has three different proper Korean places. But yeah, on the main drag it's always like ASIAN BUFFET BULGOGI SUSHI PAD THAI and it's like...um?????
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I'm glad there are some specialised East Asian restaurants to be found outside Tourist Central. I love that the cafes have their own cuisines as well. I went to a similar place to Cafe 60 in Uppsala except it was Greek dishes for mains. The gigantic cream cakes remained consistent, however. :D
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