So after finally finding our way through the suburbs of Gborg to the delightful house of my fantastic Icelandic connection,
namely Þórhildur and Þórður, we cooked some dinner and relaxed a little. The next day we came back to meet the quasi locals of Coops and Meels to head for some brunch in the
Trädgårdsföreningen in Central Gborg. It is full of manicured lawns, sculptures and pretty plants and their blooms. We were just there for food, and coffee, not a botanical tour though.
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| I dare suggest the sign speaks for itself.... if you speak Swedish |
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| Off to feed the gang |
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| Someone walking funny |
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| Ominous clouds |
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| Is it the Red Light District? |
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| Nope, just a very busy cafe |
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| And what is that? |
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| More globules |
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| The little almost Schnitty looks good |
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| The blondest of the gang |
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| More than the Red head Dad |
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| Sharing peas |
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| Happy with the peas |
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| I think someone is about to steal some food |
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| Yep, I was right. |
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| Scent of a woman |
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| Swedish stocks |
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| Dogs aren't barking |
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| Not so happy chappy |
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| He is even crying bird poo! |
Now time to get a look around, poke into alleys, shops, things we knew not what they be.
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