Your night, stop by stop
Cinnamon buns at Café Husaren
We split one of those absurdly oversized hagabullar and drink too much coffee while the morning slowly fills the room.
Through Haga
We wander the cobbled lanes of Haga at an unhurried pace, peeking into the little shops as we go.
Up to Skansen Kronan
We climb the hill behind Haga for the view over the rooftops. Nothing dramatic, just a quiet payoff to the morning.