- Feeling The Pain
- Goofing With Cervantes
- Beyond Gildas & Pintxos En Donostia-San Sebastián
- LOURDES for the 6th Time
- Murallas de Pamplona
- Valcarlos to Roncesvalles
- The Little French Basque Village At The Foot of the Pass (Saint Jean Pied de Port)
- Sheep Bells Through The Mist (SJPP to Valcarlos)
- The Sun Also Rises in Pamplona
- Saddleback Haven
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I don’t mean that in a negative way. Intended that rather as a compliment. Stockholm is postcard-pretty. So clean, so neat, so organized and orderly. Can anything go wrong here?
One thing did go wrong. It drizzled, and those rain clouds threatened to break out and pour all that icy water on our chilled backs. And it’s not even winter when the sun rises at 8:30am and sets at 2:30pm. Late spring but the rains dampened our moods to explore more of the city.
We hardly stepped out of the motorcoach. From the clifftop neighborhood of Fjaellgatan we enjoyed a sweeping vista of the city districts and scenic islands under gray skies and across the calm grayish waters. Even from a distance, one sees how green Stockholm is. The tall trees, pockets of oxygen parks and lovely squares dot the entire metropolis.
For a country of 5 million, and a city population of only 1.5 million, Stockholm looks congested with tourists spilling out of at least 4 gigantic cruise ships docked at the wharf. All eager to see what this Baltic city offers.
The Royal Palace, Old Town’s Great Square, City Hall, Opera House, Parliament, and Royal Theater are but a few of the major sights and landmarks here. Much to do by way of entertainment for so few residents who don’t mind paying so much for taxes for such quality living conditions.