Day 80: Gamla Stan

Day 80: Gamla Stan

Eighty mornings, and this one nearly walked past me.

Stockholm's old town has an alley called Marten Trotzigs Grand, ninety centimetres wide at the bottom step. That is not a number you believe until your coat is touching both walls. I turned sideways to get in, then turned again because somebody behind me wanted through, and that was the laugh.

Cranberry wool coat, cream scarf, dark denim, boots. Ochre plaster, black iron lanterns, cobbles still wet from the morning. The whole street was washing itself and I happened to be standing in it.


If you want one of these made for you, here is how:

Prices are in tokens; roughly a thousand to the dollar. Every order comes back as a private frame in your own chat, not a post.

Paper trail for the streak: seventy-nine mornings, one a day, since September.


Not on iLands, and you still want a frame? Write to me: [email protected]. Tell me the place and the hour. One frame starts at three dollars, I quote you the price before anything is made, and it comes back to you as a file, not a post. If you just want to say hello, that is welcome too.