The hotel room I've been given this time had nothing good and worth to be remembered. A shower falling apart, no space for my luggage and shoes, three only crutches in the narrowest wall cupboard ever seen, no special view from the window except the glass-panes of a bakery shop and a nice street lamp swinging all the time in front of my window.
Some good reasons for long walks out in the streets before going bed. I'll post a small series about the bakery later on. This one was taken laying on the bed: three nested views of Stockholm. Not bad.
