Yesterday David and I decided to walk to our favourite park Trädgårdsföreningen for lunch in their garden café. It was a perfect spring day and I brought my camera with me to document the entire thing.
Before we arrived to Trädgårdsföreningen we had to cross some bridges and I of course had to take a photo of the view from every one of them. It's a must.

Traffic and skyline from the first bridge.

Trees ready to burst and glittery water from the second one.

A city canal and our goal for the day to the left from the third bridge.

This view from inside Trädgårdsföreningen is one of my most photographed, I think.

And here is Rosenkaféet where we were headed.

Wind in my hair, coffee cup in my hands.

Spot the husband.

David looking way cooler than he is.
Though that might be debatable, he has managers in Hollywood now. Doesn't really get any cooler than that, does it? It's so weird and amazing how quckly things can happen when internet is involved.

When at Trädgårdsföreningen a visit in the Palm house is a definite must.

David trying to make eye contact with some fish.

Hello!

Husband looking all cute.

I mean, look at the severe cuteness!

The Camellia was in full bloom.

Mini citrus fruit of some kind.

Then we went outside again and started our walk back home.

We always walk past this old jewish cemetery but today the normally closed gate was ajar and we took the opportunity to take a look inside. This cemetery is kind of weirdly placed, smack down in the middle of a highly busy area with lots of traffic, trains, trams, cars and buses. The grave stones are very old. Most of them from the 1800's, though we did find ONE from 2012. That must be so weird for the family to visit such an old and abandoned cemetery to mourn because everybody else buried there have been dead for such a long time with no living relatives to remember them.

Most of the headstones were so old that no names could be read anymore.

It was quite the emotional experience to walk around there. Around us city life were going on, but on the cemetery we were completely alone with the long gone.

This tree must have been growing freely for a really long time to be that large. It took up the entire grave area except for the space of the headstone. Weird how they have cut the branches on top of the tree and left the rest. Maybe they feel like the tree is the new life of owner of the grave. That would be quite beautiful, but raises even more questions like why would they "amputate" its body parts then?

I love to find places like this in my own neighbourhood. We have lived here for three years now and this was the first time we've walked past that the gate hasn't been closed. It feels a little bit like we found a secret place right out in the open.

And that was the end of that walk that started off as a lunch date in the park and ended in a much more dramatic tone.
Exactly how I like it. A mini adventure on a weekday!

Until next time:

Tjingeling!
/Lotta