That was followed by a quick trip around the Nordiska Museet, next door (Swedish folk art was good, but sadly the Sami/Lapp gallery was closed), and then a walk through Ostermalm, a rather upmarket nineteenth century residential and shopping area. We ended up at a bookstore, which had rather more Enlish-language books than most British bookstores, and went to a pub, which had rather more English, German etc beers and Scottish single malts than most English pubs… On the way home we passed by the royal palace, and gawped at the blue-uniformed guards.
On Tuesday the rain looked rather threatening, but we followed up our initial plan to catch a steamer out to the Archipelago: the 40000 or so islands of all shapes and sizes between Stockholm and the Baltic. We picked one of the longer cruises, that left at 11 and got back at 5.20; and having checked that the restaurant could cope with gluten-free meals, we went on board. We had a wonderful meal in the restaurant (mostly herring, as far as I was concerned), gazing out at the seascape through the lashing rain. But by the time we had made our tenth stop (or thereabouts), at various small islands (we were basically on a bus!), the sun had come out, and by the time we were expelled from the ship (for half an hour or so) at our destination island, it was beautiful weather, and we walked through a forest by the sea for a while. For all the trip back I sat by the bow, in the sun and wind, and had a glorious view of the ships and islands. (fjm sat out for much of it, but found the wind too strong in the end.) When we got home we had another wander through town, ending up at a restaruant where we had had lunch on our first or second day: another great meal (I had elk-steak—after my obligatory herring, of course). fjm had left room for dessert….