related: autumn , gamla-stan , october , schweinshaxe

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.

Farewell parents!