Besides an appointment to renew my passport at the embassy, I had no plan except walking around randomly.
At the end of the day my feet hurt, and I felt tired but happy.
I spotted a cute little shop and a bike that someone had parked there, I think, quite playfully.
More bikes, more boats,
and there I sat, sipping coffee, enveloped by the sounds of the street and the clinking cutlery. It took a little time to adjust again to the pace of a city.
Until next time, Stockholm.