Following a lovely dinner, Persian Party Princess, Sponge Bob and I proceeded to have drinks at the roof terrace of hotel Anglais.
Although this hotel bar is one of my favourite after-work-drinks-when-not-working spots, I have only been there in winter when the terrace was closed. Knowing that it's normally packed as soon as Sweden starts warming up the slightest, we were lucky to get in there and even luckier to get a seat.
Whilst Persian Party Princess and her bump settled for Virgin Mojitos, I decided to help Sponge Bob live up to her nick name with mojito after mojito after mojito.
The funny thing with summer nights in Sweden is that its' inhabitants will quite literally go through a full on personality transplant as soon as the sun comes out for more than a few hours each day around lunch time. Swedes have a well earned reputation of being rather cold and reserved, but this all goes out the window come May or June. Suddenly, people will actually speak to other people on a voluntary basis, smile at other people and even be willing to leave their homes to go for a drink on a school night.
And Anglais really did have that feeling of cows just being released to the pastures over the summer with everyone being excited and merry - even the bartenders, which is highly unusual in Stockholm.
It's these summer nights that are making me fall in love with Stockholm all over again.
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