Saturday: parents depart their hotel.
We walk to Gamla Stan, the old town.
We hang out in alleys.
And rest on benches.
Autumn is autumning.
Dad: “You’ve seen one royal palace, you’ve seen them all.”
Schedule says we missed the royal guard parade.
Quick break for espresso and herring.
Then a walk to our next break, in Medis.
A Toller sat with us!
Dinner in Medis. “What’s a Schweinshaxe?” she asks.
“THAT is a Schweinshaxe!” he responds.
Enough walking for tonight.