Saturday at Stortorget

Today was a special day because the sun finally "cleared" up our suspicions that he had moved on to more temperate meridians and gave us one last day of sunshine. In the big market square, the Jämtlandish farmers and crafters lined up right alongside of the resident Europeans so that one could walk down the booths and end up with everything from tubers and flatbread to French scarves and paella. Needless to say, I went exclusively for the goodstuff, but that's a side note. Miscellaneous markets weren't the only events on this beautiful lördag: 

The recycling company came out to show off its bins...

The city-bus company gave free tours of one of its machines...

And best of all...

An insurance company, whose offices border on Stortorget, organised mock-biathlon races for little kids--with real bibs and (almost) real rifles. The only things missing were the skis, but they're not meant for cobble-stones & in any case the kids didn't mind.

 

Note the prodigious display of patriotism by the various vendors. These Jämtlanders are patriotic--almost seperatist.

I spent a good amount of time bummeln around Stortorget chatting with vendors and civilians. Later on, I when back to my apartment and eventualy went to bed.* And when I wokeup there was frost.

*It's possible that I didn't brush my teeth cause I don't remember doing it.