Last week, before leaving home, I had to make sure I had with me a sweater and a jacket. It was cold, it was rainy. Was I going skiing? Was I on my way to a Christmas festival? No. I was on my way to a Midsummer lunch.
Midsummer is the Swedish holiday, where for some reason unbeknownst to me people gather round a giant green cross and dance around while singing silly songs.
We went to Vintervikens Tredgård, where they had a rather filling buffet deal with all the classic dishes, made with organic ingredients and a price to match. It's a great cafe, a bit pricey and on days like these, rather overcrowded.
Still we managed to dance around the cross while singing silly songs. Jackets and sweaters and all.
