Last weekend Glenn and I went to Lyran. I figured it to be one of the last chances to latte a while away on their punchveranda before winter.
These are the days that stay with you, like the day in March when we walked on ice from Skanstull to Hornstull (here and here). There's a certain kind of sunshine that gets embedded in your skin and that lingers forever in the very back of your eyes.
PS. Found this little piece of greatness at Niklas blog and rushed there yesterday camera galore - I had a meeting in the area - but it was too late, it was gone.
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