It's the weekend! It's bit grey and lackluster in London today however, so I'm not overly enthused about going outside even though I probably should. Instead I'm reminiscing back to last weekend's fun in the Stockholm sunshine when I ate cherry ice cream, wandered around aimlessly with my friends and people-watched to my heart's content. Here is a selection of a few little moments I captured during those final summer days.
A trio of friends sit atop the hedges, enjoying a saturday lunch in the park.
Over the hedges I spotted a little girl holding a purple balloon that almost looked like it wanted to bring her somewhere.
A peek down a small side street show visitors to the local comic-book store.
A bright windmill blows in the wind
As I walked past stureplan on my way home, this woman was the star of the street. It's funny how much impact a color can make.
Weekenders chilled on the steps, enjoying the sunlight on their skin. Both solitary figures exuded an effortless cool.
This fellow plays all around Stockholm. He plays sweet, latin notes and at this moment, on this bridge, with the afternoon light and the beautiful atmosphere that surrounded us, all eyes were on him.
Two patient seagulls sit atop a rusty skip, gazing out over the harbour.
Laura doing what she does best, capturing the beauty around us.
As we cut across Stockholm's small streets, Nui looked effortlessly beautiful and mysterious.
A musical duo with enchanting choral voices serenaded a relaxed crowd on sunday afternoon.
Two men casually talked beside a pristine vintage cream volvo in gamla stan
I watched slowly as sunkissed pedestrians crossed Drottninggatan