On our second day in Stockholm we wandered around the town until it was time to go to the speakers' dinner, provided by our host.
Hotel With Urban Deli was wild and great. Our room was downstairs via glass elevator or spiral staircase. Our floor also contained a public space with carpeted risers and large work tables.
carpeting in the hallways has a "undressing on the way to the hotel
room" motif, and there were shower rooms in the hallway that were for
"dirty little girls" and "dirty little boys". I don't even want to know
The deli upstairs was super fancy. A glass-fronted freezer for single-serve mochi covered ice creams. I guess that's a thing.
pre-made salads were impressive, they had a shrimp bar and had a
special sauce which they named after Sean Connery, with no apparent
We had a few free hours on Day 2, so we walked around and got coffee. Mrguy found us a very satisfying
thrift store where he bought records (a theme on this trip) and I bought
printed denim fabric and a teensy watercolor of a chicken, from 1920.
All for the princely sum of 17 Swedish Kroner.
Speakers' dinner that evening was a delicious moule frites kinda affair, with lovely conversation with other archivists and our host whose father was a famous director of infamous Swedish movies. Our host took a different route, to business school. Lovely fellow.
Then we came home and had a nightcap in the hotel bar:
So ends Day 2.