Here's the view from our cell.
And here's a reminder that - once upon a time - they really were trying to keep people from escaping.
The away team met Jonas, Petter and baby Astrid at the Hornstull station for brunch. They took us to a cute place called Copacabana.
Enchanting Astrid provided the entertainment, and kept all the boys in line.
I hoovered a tasty quinoa salad.
We scurried around town so fast I'm not sure where we were when we scaled this slope.
But man! The view! And daaang! It was COLD!
I liked the contrast of winter on the ground, and the 70's ish summer inside.
Lots of narrow streets. Hej over there, Evan!
And cobblestone! And monuments that threw shadows.
Late afternoon re-fueling stop - I think this was the place near the Pet Sounds record shop.
We walked past a cafe with a familiar smile-less face incorporated into its signage.
The further in I followed the pink bow...
...the more and more Hello Kitty it got.
And there you have it - a Sanrio closet store in Stockholm. Nobody Doesn't Like Hello Kitty.We poked our heads into a few more shops, then went back to the prison and fell into a deep, impenetrable sleep. Motivated by the need to feed, we pulled it together, and met Gareth and Neil out on Götgatan for almost drinks, but most certainly KEBAB.
It was Friday night - tons of people were crawling all over this trendy stretch of street (bars, restaurants, American Apparel store etc.) This is when I cracked the code: when a girl is going out for a night on the town in Stockholm, she must wear black. Black tights, black shoes, and a tiny black skirt (optional). I say optional because one girl we were walking behind coming out of the station appeared to be wearing nothing over or under her black tights. They are a strong people, these Swedes.
After kebabs had been scoffed, we came back to the prison to check the internet, and for more sleeping.
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