My small town... Part I

Last night was one of those beautiful, clear spring evenings, when not going out for a walk would have felt like a crime. As the law-abiding girl I am, I took a stroll through our little town.

Our obscenely pretty little town.

Looking around at all the historic buildings, the architectural details, the colours, the blossoms - it takes the edge off the ever-present longing for Sweden. At least a little bit.

Tomorrow - more images from our little town.