Not surprisingly, I was somewhat zombied out after the ‘night’ on the boat. At 6:30 in the morning the place was deserted, I cycled thru the Main Street in Gammla Stan with not a sole around. Of course 6 hours later was a different story and you couldn’t move.
I staying on one of those funky little old coastal steamers. When? Cos they’re about the cheapest thing, apart from a park bench and, well, kinda fun.
Not a bad view from the boat.
You’ll notice that the sky doesn’t have that clear Swedish blue, let’s just say the rain and lighting put on a good show in the afternoon.