It is not only cities that delight me,
For snow-capped peaks give equal joy,
To monuments to men forgot,
Citadels, and so on.
But the sight of weary crag-filled cliffs,
Coated in white snow,
Topped with tall and rising buildings
Is one of the most enchanting sights of all.
Here end the reminisces on Stockholm. I apologise to those of you who found them tedious.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic