I am having a coffee overlooking the cobblestone street below our hotel. Brightly coloured flowers are displayed in the open air market behind rows and rows of bicycles. The pedestrian only street is a shoppers paradise. Interesting shops and boutiques are just opening and the shop keepers are busy pulling their display racks out onto the strasse.
We are taking a flight to Stockholm this morning, I wish we had another hour because on my morning run I jogged by a used vinyl record store and saw a Swedish pressing of an old Elvis Presley record in the window.