Blue skies and cool ships were abundant.
This is Gamla Stan, the oldest part of Stockholm (note the sunshine and blue sky).
Not only was the weather in Stockholm better than back in France, but being in Stockholm also reminded me of things in France I thought were weird before, but am now accustomed to.
One thing that I noticed at the beginning, but forgot as time went on, is the fact that French people don’t dress colorfully. They pretty much only wear black, brown, grey, navy blue, white, and every other dark, dull color imaginable.
When I went to the movies with a French girl back in November, she said to me, “you’re always wearing bright colors!” Back home in California, I never thought twice about my colorful wardrobe. Here, in France, I stick out when I’m wearing things no one would think twice about in California, such as my bright purple t-shirt.
Although I haven’t bought many new clothes since moving to France, the color choices of my new outfits are subdued. The winter sweaters I bought are dark green and brown. My new boots are grey.
So imagine my surprise to be walking around a lovely, sunny city and seeing people dressed in every color found on the rainbow! I can’t remember the last time I saw someone wearing brightly colored jeans.
I decide to embrace the Swedes’ and my love for color. I bought a vintage, bright orange jacket.
I’ve worn it in France about three times now. Each time, one French person or another says, “wow! That’s a flashy jacket!”
You’re damn right it’s a flashy jacket.
Now, if only I could have brought the sunshine back with me as well. It's raining again in little old Lille.