Stockholm has shown itself from its best side lately. One of these especially sunny days when Daniel was visiting I brought him for a picnic in Vitabergsparken in Södermalm. It was packed with young people barbecuing and drinking.
We were meeting up with Sandra who I study with and adore with all my heart. Sorry for being so emotional but I’ve found the best human beings on this planet in my class.
We sat down on the top of the hill with a view over the city. Next to us these cute rockers were having a birthday party.
This time that was at Trädgården! The perfect summer club (apart from their door policy where one has to queue for hours to pay a lot of money). We weren’t the only ones thinking in these lines but all of Stockholm had made their pilgrimage here.
Like my weird badass witch artist Katja.
We bumped into Majsan and quickly squeezed into a photo booth with our chilled beers like the rest of the hipsters.
And when we got the photos it wasn’t of us but Sandra and her friend who used the booth an hour earlier.
This was and still is the weirdest and funniest thing.
Then we got our own! <3 <3 <3 Girlfriends <3 <3 <3
Like always at Trädgården you bump into people from all parts of your life. This time it was my dear Axel who I lived with for a year in Clapton back in 2011. Do you guys remember him?
Up in this tower of a room I finally got to dance to dirty tunes like I used to do several times a week in London. Dance must be the best kind of therapy for everything.
Back in the tiny church they have in the back we did all things sinful. Katja’s friend told our fortune with this new celestial star gazing app called SkyView by the altar. We discussed the funny fact that often the people you disagree with or hate the most are the ones that are most similar too you. By midnight we have been dancing for six hours so Daniel and I walked a hundred miles back to my house. The sky wasn’t even dark but just that Windows 98 wallpaper kind of blue and it was just the two of us on the tranquil streets.
I realised that this is why I love Stockholm, the nights barely even exist in the summer. It’s pretty damn ideal for a person terrified of the dark.