Greetings From Stockholm

I haven't been this cold in years, but it's hard not to love the place when the streets suddenly look like an ancient postcard.


Blanka won't fall asleep in the stroller anymore, she keeps crying "cold! cold!", and who can blame her. But it is pretty.


It doesn't even look like home anymore! We could be in St Petersburg! All this bridge is missing is Anna Karenina flying by in fur coats and desperation.


These boats on the other hand, won't be going anywhere anytime soon.


Thanks for being lovely, dear capital of mine. But tomorrow I think I'll stay indoors. As a matter of fact, I'll be in Japan.

Leo will come with me, of course.