When I arrived, Stockholm was basking in late summer sun. It was impossibly lovely, with saturated blue skies, light gentle breeze... The light was almost perfect, even at midday, as the sun was already travelling low in the sky because of the season. It was bright. The sunrays managed to burn faces slightly and one definitely needed shades in order to avoid developing too many deep set wrinkles around the eyes. Then, in the late afternoon, small groups of patchy cloud approached the upper parts of the city hills and the tallest of the church spears. Perhaps they have been scratched or scraped... But as the evening developed, the clouds became thicker and their colour deepened. The looked increasingly heavier. And I could swear they had an attitude! The light's quality changed at least as dramatically as the fabric of the firmament. About an hour after the sun disappeared below the horizon, the first drops of rain hit the cobblestone streets of the old town. As their reflected the dim light of the street lanterns and candle light flickering behind the windows of the many cafes, bars and restaurants housed by the centuries old houses lining narrow medieval alleys.
