Four days ago, Mother and Emma Sando bravely crossed the Atlantic for the sake of visiting their estranged kin in Uppsala. After meeting them the day before, we briefly toured Uppsala and then headed for Stockholm.
On the hill by the castle:


Some nice buildings in Stortorget on Gamla Stan:


Mother and Emma in G:la Stan.


We spent until night in Stockholm, "doing" very little, mostly absorbing the city. Then in the evening we went to a concert given by the greatest folk band in history, Ranarim, who had just released a new album. I was astonished and pleased to hear how much of their speaking I understood. Below, my future husband: