Stockholm 1 (hopefully to be continued)

My hostel is located in the old town of Stockholm, a beautiful neighborhood, filled with tourists and pickpockets. Next to the hostel stands an old chestnut tree in the center of a little square. In the evenings, the square miraculously fills up with chairs and people, and a bunch of professional storytellers gives a performance.

Having discovered this event on the hostel blackboard, I decided to join the crowd together with a glass of red wine that a friendly former hostel guest has left behind.

I don’t understand a word of the story since it’s in Swedish, but the atmosphere is great.