Façades of glass taking turns with creamy or terracotta stone fronts with rich decorations. They don't look up or down when a wave of people presses itself in many small streams into shops, café's and restaurants. The ducks in the dark blue water near the Royal Opera seemingly don't care: a day as every other day.
While the bright blue guard of honour with its silver helmets make the round alongside the walls of the Royal Palace, one boat after the other leaves the quays of the inner town to head for the archipelago or just another part of town. They pass Gröna Lund, where dare devils enjoy a fabulous view before they are released from 60 meters up in the sky and rocket down to ground level.
But as the sun sets behind the golden tower of the city hall famous for the Nobel ceremonies, sets behind the land of bridges that connect Stockholm with itself, gorgeously dressed women and handsomely tailored gentlemen appear in lines to enter one of the discothèques in town, transported by Porsche or limo.