I will tell you all about ‘the best bank holiday ever’ soon, but first: I’m still in Stockholm, my one day trip to Sweden turned into a party and, easily convinced as I am, I stayed. And now I spend my day walking the streets I know, and bumping into the people I know.
Everything is sort of splendid and very beautiful, Stockholm – the air is clean(er) and the sea is so, so present, and everyone is so damn fucking pretty! I seriously believe swedes, in general, are the pretties people in the word. Now I need to buy a t-shirt because what I’m wearing, a formal shirt, is not really my thing for three days in a row.
I love London like crazy, it is the best place in the world. But, Stockholm feels more like, home.