I'm Wits Toopid

It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times…

It’s a sunny Monday morning in the back streets of Gamla Stan. On the main streets and squares of Stockholm’s old town, the relative hustle-bustle of the tourist trade shuffles in and out of nick-nack shops and busy cafes; the odd mainstream shop such as “The Body Shop” appears to almost spoil the overromantic view that this is a unique and hidden gem of the city; but in the backstreets and the thin, tall, winding cobbled streets; designed long before the need to build for cars or carriages; it is quiet and I am only accompanied by the seemingly brave and adventurous among the tourists.

This is what I love most when traveling. Famous sights and good food are always great but nothing beats the feeling of getting lost with yourself in a beautiful city. Each fantastic hidden side-street, strange uniqueietie or interesting person that you meet feel newly discovered to the world by you. You some how now own the rights to them and all they do.


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