The Stockholm Diaries – Part Two – Exploring Djurgarden and Ostermalm

11 November 2015
We awoke on Tuesday morning with one important question to mind – where do we go for breakfast? Thanks to trawling both Google and Pinterest, we decided to pay a visit to Broms cafe, just outside of Ostermalm. After taking the tube to Karlavägen, we ended up lost again, resulting in yet another interrogation of our mini pull out map (which became our go to guide for the duration of the trip, even if it did unashamedly scream tourist!)

We eventually ended up in Broms, a beautiful little cafe / florist that combined both minimalist and rustic charm with its array of modern artwork and industrial lighting. If I didn’t feel like I was in Stockholm before…

In keeping with my ever so touristy appearance, I opted for a cinnamon roll, a firm favourite with the Swedes. I did, however, receive a slightly puzzled look from the waiter when I asked for tea and soya milk. It all made sense when he pointed to the ‘DIY’ coffee and tea station, stocked with nothing other than fruit tea. No wonder I seemed strange! I can’t envisage fruit tea and milk ever being a good combination. Slightly disheartened, I went back to enjoy my cinnamon roll, followed by a glass of soya milk and a few disgruntled sips of fruit tea.

We then decided to explore Djurgarden which, to Kieran’s element, was a vast sweeping park of gardens and fairytale-esque houses. If you think I’m exaggerating, you’re mistaken. Even the Nordiska Museet, Stockholm’s lifestyle and traditions museum that sits just over the connecting bridge from the city centre into Djurgarden, resembles an expansive castle amongst the towering trees. We were intrigued and made note to return on Wednesday, where the museum opens for free between 5 – 8pm. Another tip – check museum and attraction websites for discounted rates for certain times of the week.

It goes without saying that Djurgarden was beautiful, where the only interruption was the occasional tram going past – hardly an unwelcome sight for someone living in England! We ended up finding a bench beneath the trees to rest after our walk, which shed their leaves in the wind to create a rain like effect. Combine that with a pristine waterfront view and you can understand how we fell in love with the place!

After a stop at the hotel (and a change of shoes. Note to self: pointed black boots are not suitable footwear for long walks… Ow) we headed into the city centre to explore some of shops in town. It didn’t take long for us to take refuge in Designtorget, filled to the brim with quirky and minimalistic homeware. It’s at this point that I really wished I’d saved more space in my suitcase. Or, you know, just bought another one with me.

We then found ourselves in Things, which is exactly what it says, really. Whether you’re into an eclectic mix of Bohemian, simplistic or rustic, this is your place. All under one roof, you’re sure to find something you like. And we did. We found a little too much! Kieran fell in love with these amazing garden plant illustrations wall hanging, whereas I wanted to take each and every one of these succulents home. So cute!

It was at this point that we decided to make a swift exit before we bought the entire store and hunt down something for dinner. With Ostermalm being nearby, we opted to pay a visit to restaurant/bar Nybrogatan 83, an evidently popular hangout for drinks and food. We were informed on arrival that there would be a 45 minute wait, so stopped for drinks to reflect on the day. After about 20 minutes, we were ushered into the main seating area where a live band played a mixture of folk tunes whilst we pored over the menu. With so much choice, it was reassuring to see that we also wouldn’t be paying the prices we did the night before at Berns!

We decided that, because dinner was go good and the staff were so lovely, we would return for breakfast to try their morning menu later in the week. For the time-being, however, we began planning our next stop that I’ll be talking about in part three of my Stockholm travel diary – Gamla Stan. Until then!


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