Sunday, October 2, 2011

Tessin Palace


I signed up for the American Woman's Club back in April after my friend Fernando told me about it. I thought it would be nice to have some people of a common background to meet up with now and again when I really just want to talk to another native English speaker, besides Dale that is. I went to one mixer in May and met a good range of women my age to 80 something and they were all very nice. Then the club went on a hiatus for the summer and just started up again in September. This is the 100th anniversary of the club, the oldest in the world, and to celebrate they are doing all sorts of fun and fancy events and I hope to go to some of them. One of these events just happened to be a tour of the Governor of Stockholm's Private Residence, the Tessin Palace and it just happened to be the same time as Mom's visit. So, I signed me, Mom, and Dale up. The tour was in the evening so before we went Mom and I went and got pedicures which was great. It always feels nice to be pampered.
When we arrived at the Tessin Palace it wasn't much to look at. Don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful building but the front is not so impressive.
Once we walked in to the Palace it opens up into an amazing courtyard. It's just beautiful.
There was even a very enthusiastic Swedish lady that explained 3 of the rooms uses and the details in the rooms. She did a wonderful job and we were all sad we couldn't see more of the Palace. We must have only seen 25% if that. But the parts we did see were beautiful. In my opinion it was much more impressive than the Royal Palace but the top floor of the Royal Palace was closed when I went. It also could be we were allowed to drink wine on the tour. Wine makes any tour better. Here are some pictures I snapped of the inside.
We drank some wine after the tour and mingled a bit and as things wound down we walked through Gamla Stan before stopping at a restaurant for dinner. I never tire of walking through Stockholm. I mean, seriously, how could you tire of views like this? 
Be still, my beating heart.
Love Always,
Matilda

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