Sweden in December.

I've been rather quiet on here recently. Christmas happened, which meant I was preoccupied with present-opening, cake-eating and other assorted festivities. Oh, and I type this from a shiny new laptop. Finally!

I spent the first week of the holidays in Sweden, which was good. It was weird going from one foreign country to another, but it was nice to escape France for a bit. Getting across Paris in the snow was an experience, but it was quite nice to see the Eiffel Tower in the snow.

I arrived in Stockholm on the 18th and stayed until the 24th. Not a long time, but still enough to see Frida's family, friends and relatives. We made a gingerbread igloo, leaped around in the snow and ate vast quantities of dill-flavoured crisps.


The gingerbread igloo, painstakingly glued together by Frida and I. There definitely isn't a bowl hidden inside to keep it standing:



A photo of Frida's back garden. Ridiculously picturesque; ridiculously cold (looks much better once clicked on):



Frida in the Christmas market in Stockholm. Better than the Nantes market by far, as it actually felt christmassy. The two feet of snow may've helped:



An inquisitive Swedish deer: