Some pictures from my weekend in Stockholm. We live right at the water's edge and our windows look out at a perfect glittering lake (when it isn't moodily changing colour). I can walk for hours around here and the quaint little coffee-shops that line the route are always a welcome deliverance from the bracing Nordic chill.
And when I come home, my granny (whose life purpose is turning me into a contender for the national Japanese sumo team) will unfailingly serve up the most indecent portions of freshly baked goodies. This time, she took particular exception to me buying shop bought cinnamon buns, so out came the rolling pin and the 'anything the seven-eleven can do, I can do better' attitude. She was right though, I have not had anything so good in months. See you soon, Tokyo.
Yummiest buns in Stockholm; Made by my granny