rave about stockholm
Stockholm is a fairy tale city, a dream city, getting lost in its nets, you dissolve and are going to change your passport for a citizen of the Baltic kingdom. A metropolitan thing with a Swedish residence permit will turn your head, undress, put on shoes and undress again and will remain a happy episode in your imagination, and you will restore memories of wonderful moments by megabytes of juicy photos.
Stockholm is a city with a real spring, which, gaining momentum in late March, does not give up to the summer heat until mid-June. Not every northern principality can boast of such green meadows and fragrant forests, and you will try to find the charm of water streams diluted by granite pavements for a long time at least somewhere else. And you don’t need sightseeing tours to timidly try to absorb all the curves and birthplaces of this fair-skinned slender girl, a bicycle and sunglasses will be enough for you so as not to go blind from those bright contours and shapes into which the generous sun will dress this city on the water.
Having been here several times, I want to return again and again to join the happy Swedes lying on the steps of granite piers and, sipping coffee cocktails from cups, admire the sunny ripples on the water and the white contours of yachts, boats and tourist frigates, imposingly staggering at the piers of the city .
So Stockholm met me this time as well. Seeing him from almost all sides, it was still not enough for me. I had the feeling that there was never enough of it. Only by registering here for a long time, one could satisfy one's greedy hunger and console the unchildish ambition to wake up with this city and its forests, houses, reservoirs, catch early sunbeams walking through the windows of local residences and the sides of snow-white schooners.
They say our Peter Pan, when he built Petersburg, was guided by projects and pirated photos of Stockholm downloaded from the Internet. It will be necessary to compare their looks when visiting St. Petersburg.
