We decided to put off a tour of the Parliament Building until next weekend, but stuck with our plan to avoid the downtown streets and buses, assuming the marathon would be causing gridlock throughout the city. Consequently, we spent the day off the streets by going first underground and then on the water.
Stockholm’s metro is only a few years older than I am. Construction having begun in 1950, the “Stockholms tunnelbana” now consists of 7 lines with over 100 stations, half of which (including most, if not all, of the downtown stations) are underground. The tourist brochures characterize it as “the world’s longest art gallery” because nearly every station has been given over to one or more artists.
We are staying near the St. Eriksplan metro station, just four stops from the T-centralen, the main station downtown which is integrated into the central train station. We headed there for a guided tour of several of the underground art exhibits.
It’s not just the ceilings that are made into art exhibits; even the floors and benches are incorporated, as shown in the photo, below. Notice the green coloration of the rock behind the benches. Water oozes through the excavation in numerous places, allowing algae to grow.
After the tour, we surfaced near the waterfront as the marathon was winding down.
Perhaps another day, we’ll go out on the water again and I’ll have more pictures, but today we just enjoyed the ride. Here’s the only photo I took, shortly after we first left the dock. It was a nice day to be on the water.
The marathon was over by the time we disembarked, 2 1/2 hours later, so we caught the bus home. It conveniently stops directly in front of our apartment. As we approached the front door, we were happy to see that the scaffolding that had covered the front facade of the building when we arrived a few days ago had been completely taken down and trucked away. The building owner is in the process of replacing all the front balconies, ours included. Looks like all that’s left to do is add the decking and railing.
That’s our apartment where the first set of beams jut out. We’d call it the 3rd floor, but here it’s called the 2nd floor because in Europe the ground floor is not counted. Regardless, it would be a long drop down if I forget and go out the balcony door to check the weather, even if it is just from the “2nd floor.”