We went climbing this afternoon (A climbing gym in Stockholm is like a climbing gym anywhere), and then went out to Gamla Stan, which is the old part of the city, to go to the SF bookstore (I bought a copy of The Hitchiker's Guide To The Galaxy in Swedish) and poke around narrow alleys and drink a beer.
Beer: accomplished, in what is obviously Stockholm's vampire pub:
Amanda spotted the stairs going down into a cellar and said, "These look deadly. Let's go here."
Beer selection: adequate
Single malt selection: pretty okay, actually
We're going back tomorrow for the elk burgers, since we had already had dinner tonight (curry and potato wrap sandwiches as big as our heads.
Also, rock climbers. You can't take them anywhere:
(This was proof of concept for a scene that will appear in Shattered Pillars. Now you know. Nobody will be seated during the Chimneying Medieval Isn'tanbul sequence.)
We meant to go out dancing in a gay bar, but could not find it. Perhaps it no longer exists.
Tomorrow, I have to write the article I owe Realms of Fantasy.