Boston Blatte

Stockholm is sweltering and dusk & dawn are blurred. Summer is here, there’s no denying it.

The city has begun to empty as evidenced by SL (the public transport system of Stockholm Region) having shifted to its summer schedule.

Next week you’ll be able to see sagebrush and tumbleweed blow through town.

While “real” Stockholm and its inhabitants are on hiatus, sailing in the archipelago or fiddling with their red cottages in picturesque scenery (or towing around the camper van), Stockholm is despite the exodus, alive and vibrant.

Those of us who are left behind (or come and go between adventures and restocking) have turned the city into a capital playground for children of all ages. Pleasure boats drag wake boarders around the inner city, people swim, sunbathe, picnic, play boules, play kubb and lounge in any way, shape or form. Even while working.

While most people want to get away on official holidays, those still stuck at the office enjoy silent phones, empty inboxes and lunch walks in the sunshine. And since the sun doesn’t set until it’s past bedtime, most people still get in a full day of outdoor enjoyment after they clock out.

July is a bewitching month as if summer casts a spell on any who enter or dwell.

If you haven’t heard Peps or his classic song, Oh Boy, take a happy listen to this, it is certainly on many a Stockholmer’s mind on a day like today.

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