cold. Snow everywhere. Scent of cinnamon and herring from invading the streets by hawkers. Our hotel in the City on the top floor of a famous luxury store. Beautiful girls from physical rangy walk briskly through the streets of downtown, careless air cold. Feeling displaced at seeing the leaden sky, but pleasantly so heartened at the break of a ray of sunshine. Walking all day as if there were no public transport and stop at a "Cafe" Drinking a latte and eating a delicious apple muffins. Getting lost among the shops of Gamla Stan and buy souvenirs as tourists, but then sit at the counter of the market dealers to enjoy a covered dish along with the Swedes. Buy homemade jams and a blazer from Gina Tricot. Turn acne undecided whether to buy the boots that I would never put in Milan, but in Stockholm it felt so right. Back from Gina Tricot because I had seen it all and warmed, the body and heart, from Urban Outfitters. The evening is an Irish coffee in hand in a pub in the middle between Swedish, English, French and Italian, I smile because, after all, the whole world is here, closed four walls, drinking beer and watching the game on TV, laughing and walking on high heels, to tell your day and I honestly do not see any more differences.
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