
by Marc Latham
Sunshine and colourful buildings invited me out. Quiet empty streets made me feel at home. I knew the sun was there because I’d seen it rising over Stockholm’s highest buildings as my overnight bus from Norway arrived at the city’s bus terminal. I knew the classic pastel-coloured architecture from photos, and had seen some bright sparks of paint when arriving.
You can’t imagine the loneliness and isolation in this country. In that way, I’m very Swedish — I don’t dislike to be alone.’
– Ingmar Bergman, film director.
I’d arrived in the south-east Sweden city after crossing my first international land border for fifteen years. That 1998 African border marked the end of a decade when world travelling had been my main focus. Ending up on the back seat of an overnight bus reminded me of a similar journey when returning to Europe from my inaugural sojourn in 1987/88. Stockholm was the final stop on my personal 2012/13 twenty-fifth anniversary tour.
As for the stage fright, it never goes away… it’s agony every single time but I stay focused and I know that once I’m on stage it’ll be fine; I’ll be in my happy little bubble.’
– Britt Ekland, actress.
I’d been reluctant to leave the wild fjords of Norway, but had always wanted to visit Stockholm. I slept for most of the 23.00 – 05.40 Swebus journey from Oslo Gallerian, but still felt quite tired. My first dawn sight of Sweden had been a large lake: Hjalmaren below Orebro I think.
I initially thought I’d wait in the terminal until the hostel I’d booked was likely to open, but feeling too well slept to sleep I decided to go out and take some photos while the dawn sunshine provided good light.
Stockholm was relatively easy to navigate, and I soon found myself crossing the Vasabron bridge to Stadsholmen, the central island of Gamla stan: literally meaning The Old Town. It now houses the royal palace and cathedral, as well as numerous cobbled alleyways dating back to medieval times. Quaint shops and restaurants line the narrow streets, while the bright eastern seafront of Skeppsbron is probably Stockholm’s most famous image.
Stockholm grew out of Stadsholmen, and the 13th century island was originally called Stockholm. As the city grew, it kept the Stockholm name, and the island became known as Staden Mellan Broarna: The Town Between the Bridges. It only became known as Gamla stan in the 20th century.
Plague killed a third of Stockholm’s population in the 18th century, but it recovered in the 19th century, and grew parallel with technological advances in the 20th century. Sweden’s capital is now the most populous city in Scandinavia.
Stockholm means ‘log island’. The legend of Stockholm’s origins is that a log filled with gold was sent downstream from the old Swedish capital of Sigtuna, after they had trouble from armed gangs, and wherever that log landed would become their new capital.
I returned across the bridge and turned left to the City Hall, passing the equestrian statue of King Charles XIV John (1763-1844) on Karl Johans Torg square. He was born Jean Baptiste Bernadotte in Pau, France, and rose through the ranks of the French army before, during and after the French Revolution in 1789. He was made heir-presumptive to childless King Charles XIII in 1810 and was a popular King of Sweden and Norway from 1818 to his death.
Norway became independent of the Swedish kingdom in 1905. The Bernadotte dynasty still rules Sweden. Napoleon’s rule was ended at the Battle of Waterloo in 1815. Abba found fame singing Waterloo to win the 1974 Eurovision Song Contest for Sweden.
After a snooze in a central Stockholm park I eventually booked into the Skeppsholmen hostel, just across the water from Skeppsbron, which has rooms on dry land and a ship moored in the quay. I was on dry land. The ship is the af Chapman, a full-rigged steel ship constructed in Whitehaven, England, and launched in 1888.
The bed wasn’t available until 2pm, so I walked around small Skeppsholmen island to Kungliga Djurgarden (The Royal Game Park) island, stopping along the way for a siesta under the sun in a small park.
For us democracy is a question of human dignity. And human dignity is political freedom.’
– Olof Palme, assassinated Swedish Prime-Minister.
Djurgarden is known as the green island in Stockholm, and in 2010 Stockholm was voted Europe’s first green capital by the European Commission. The island houses several museums, including Skansen, which is the oldest open-air museum in the world. The rollercoasters and rides of Sweden’s oldest amusement park, Grona Lund, tower above the island’s south-west coast. Its thrill-induced screams must have been travelling across the water to Skeppsholmen since it was founded in 1883.
I sailed alongside Djurgarden’s south coast the next morning. On another sunny warm May day, Djurgarden’s greenery looked delightful from the ferry, complemented by old buildings and a windmill.
I had taken a ferry from Slussen, at the southern end of Skeppsbron, to the main island of four known as Fjaderholmarna. Opposite Djurgarden’s south-east tip we stopped under an impressive Carl Milles statue at Nacker. Fjaderholmarna was nice to walk around, with some pleasant coves, restaurants and craft shops. There were also lots of birds, primarily Canada geese and seagulls.
You have to find it. No one else can find it for you.’
– Bjorn Borg, tennis player.
Having flown into Bergen, on Norway’s west coast, and travelled overland, I flew back to the U.K. from Stockholm’s Skavsta airport, which is about 100 kilometres (70 miles) south. There are regular buses from the city terminal I’d arrived at a couple of days before.
My flight was on a Saturday morning, and as I walked to the bus station under Stockholm’s many gothic roofs, the parks were full of people on another sunny day. In Kungstradgarden (The King’s Garden) the cherry blossom drew crowds of people, and inspired many photographs. I took one myself. The falling blossom was the last scenic photo of my twenty-five years of travel.
My path has not been determined. I shall have more experiences and pass many more milestones.’
– Agnetha Faltskog, Abba singer.
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Private Full Day Viking History Tour from Stockholm Including Sigtuna and Uppsala
If You Go:
♦ Marc flew between the U.K. and Scandinavia from London Stansted Airport with Ryanair
♦ Marc travelled from Norway to Sweden by Swebus (it is cheaper if you book ahead)
♦ Marc stayed at the af Chapman and Skeppsholmen hostel
♦ Fjaderholmarna website
♦ Stockholm information
About the author:
Marc Latham travelled to all the populated continents during his twenties. He studied during his thirties, including a BA in History, and has been writing during his forties. He lives in Leeds, writing from the www.greenygrey.co.uk website. He has more Stockholm photos on his travel25years.wordpress.com website.
All photos by Marc Latham:
Carl Eldh statues
Carl Nilles statue
Cherry blossoms
Djurgarden Windmill
Fjaderholmama Island
Gothic skyline
Viking statue
As for the stage fright, it never goes away… it’s agony every single time but I stay focused and I know that once I’m on stage it’ll be fine; I’ll be in my happy little bubble.’

National Day
by Christine Sarikas
Years later, on the eve of my next trip to France, a friend I was meeting sent me an e-mail that contained three words: Château de Fontainebleau? Some quick research told me Fontainebleau was a palace used by French royalty, about 45 minutes from Paris. I was skeptical, feeling that visiting would mean long lines and vast car parks, but my friend insisted, so to Fontainebleau we went.
A château first stood on the site during the 12th century and served as a hunting lodge for the kings of France. In 1169, Thomas Becket, the exiled Archbishop of Canterbury, consecrated the site’s chapel to the Virgin Mary and Saint Saturnin. Numerous French kings visited and expanded the château, and in December of 1539, Fontainebleau, by then far larger and more luxurious than a simple hunting lodge, played host to Charles V, the Holy Roman Emperor. His son, Henry II of France, was a frequent visitor, and Henry’s wife Catherine de Medici gave birth to six of their children within the château. Hunting parties continued to be held at Fontainebleau, marriages were arranged and conducted, a peace treaty between France and England was signed on 16 September 1629, and over a century later Louis XVI signed a trade agreement with England, effectively signaling the end of the American Revolutionary War. Monarchs, royals, and heads of state all visited the château, but Fontainebleau’s most famous resident did not arrive until 1803.
Napoleon first visited the Château de Fontainebleau to inspect the newly finished military academy, École Spéciale Militaire. By the beginning of the 19th century, the château had fallen into disrepair; the vast majority of its furnishings had been sold during the French Revolution, and Fontainebleau was left empty and neglected. Napoleon chose to leave Versailles–with its Bourbon links–vacant and instead turned his attention to transforming Fontainebleau once again into a home and symbol of power.
Less widely known and visited than Versailles, Fontainebleau still offers the same degree of beauty and splendor. Its long history and renovations by generations of rulers has meant that Fontainebleau’s sprawling palace showcases examples of French architecture from the 12th to 19th centuries. Its most defining feature is its grand horseshoe staircase, commissioned by Louis XIII (who was born in the palace) and built by Jean Androuet du Cerceau. The majority of the château’s current buildings were constructed in the 14th century under Francis I, whose architect Gilles de Breton created much of the Cour Ovale, the château’s oldest and most central courtyard.
Fontainebleau, with its combination of Italian and French artistic styles, is considered by many to be the birthplace of the Renaissance within France. Much of the palace reflects the Italian Mannerist style, popular during the later years of the Renaissance and now widely known as the “Fontainebleau style.” The palace’s Gallery of Francis I, which is dominated by Florentine artist Rosso Fiorentino’s series of frescoes, was the first large decorated gallery to be created in France. Other Renaissance painters who contributed to the art at Fontainebleau include Francesco Primaticcio and Benvenuto Cellini; the latter’s Nymph of Fontainebleau is now housed at the Louvre.
It was the second week of December and I sat on the train from Munich to Salzburg with the intention to visit the Austrian Christmas market and to do some shopping. The sky was blue, snowflakes were falling softly, dusting the dense pine forest on both sides of the line.
Actually, no sign was needed. I only had to follow the wafting scents of Gluehwein and Bratwurst and the sounds of Bavarian horns and German Christmas carols to find the market.
I got lucky insofar as I was the only visitor, the majority of people were enjoying the market and its delights, something which I reserved for later. The lady who sold me the ticket and acted as curator was so pleased to have something other to do other than sit at her desk, that she personally lead me around and told me story after story about the customs and traditions of this part of Bavaria.
The 16th century wardrobes, carved with the finest details, are called Chavari and were used to store a bride’s trousseau. One such chavari is kept in the museum and filled with traditional clothing as well as examples of another art: gold embroidery. Bridal headgear and lace is made from real gold thread, an art which my friendly guide herself is skilled in, as proven by a growing strip of gold lace which she was working on whilst waiting for visitors.
Plenty of visitors were around, but it felt rather like a huge family. Everybody seemed to know everybody else and as soon as they noticed that I wasn’t ‘einheimisch’, they explained the specialties to me and directed me to the stalls with the Rauschgoldengel and other beautiful Christmas decorations.
Next was Dampfnudel, which literally translated means steam nudel but has nothing to do with pasta or steam. It’s a huge lump of sweet dough, covered with vanilla custard, whipped cream and chocolate sauce. I could never have managed one on my own, but my new best friends from Prien, standing next to me and putting the sweet away in incredible amounts, gave me a spoon and let me have a few mouthfuls.
Our appetite satisfied, we line the streets with the throng to watch a parade of marching bands and representatives from local organizations carrying flowers to the Inmaculada Church in the main town square for the traditional Floral Offering. Caught up in the excitement, we follow the parade to the square.
A large Christmas Belen, a Bethlehem Nativity scene, is set up in the main square. This amazing display depicts scenes from the life of Jesus including day to day life, local businesses and of course a wonderful nativity. The details are incredible, from a little girl on a swing to hens in the yard. The Belen is up until January 7 for everyone to enjoy at no cost. Every time I walk around the display I notice something new.
Just as we are about to call it a day, we stumble upon a parade of unique paper mache giants and big heads outside the Casino. Delighted adults and children of all ages follow along. Monday is a holiday, Dia de la Inmaculada Concepcion, beginning with an early morning parade and ending with a solemn evening procession with the statue of the Inmaculada Concepion. The procession stops at the Casino for a fireworks display before returning back to the church. A perfect ending to a fabulous weekend of festivities to start the Christmas season.
In Spain, the most important date in the Christmas season is not December 25. It is January 6, Epiphany, the day Three Kings from the east brought gifts to the infant Jesus. Fiesta de Los Tres Reyes Magos (Three Kings Day) starts on January 5 when the Three Wise Men arrive and parade through the streets handing out candies to all the children eagerly waiting. The parade ends at a church where the kings become part of a human nativity scene. That night the children put out their shoes and in the morning, if they have been good all year, they find them filled with gifts from the Magi. They leave out treats for the kings and water for the camels. Like children in North America do for Santa Claus and his reindeer.
Along with their entourage, the kings participate in the traditional Epiphany parade that winds its way through the town. It is quite a spectacle with a variety of participants including Mary, Joseph, baby Jesus, Roman centurions, Egyptians, dancers, decorated riders, royal pages and a menagerie of animals. Excited children line the streets holding out bags for the many candies they receive from the participants in the parade, including the Three Kings. We enjoy the pageantry and spirit of the evening. Some of the children share their sweets with us.
