The city of dreams. Sure it gets dark at 3:30 pm, but the christmas lights shine brightly over the river, the air smelling of wood burning fire places, the vast amount of gothic cream, sage green, and rust colored buildings, and the beautiful and nice ENGLISH SPEAKING people make up for the absence of light. It was magical.
5.12.06
STOCKHOLM
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