I have lived in the inner city once. In the three months.
And then, I lived not on Brunkebergstorg, exactly, but in Fredhäll on the island of Kungsholmen, which well may be considered as narrowly the city centre. This was during a substitute in this magazine, whose editorial office is located at krypavstånd from the property on Atterbomsvägen where I taped up my handwritten nameplate outside a studio apartment with a balcony. Have never come late for work as often as then.
become five addresses in the suburbs south of the south, the latest in the Dwelling.
In town is it anyway. Periodically, not very often, but periodically, most every day. The City is in the middle also, but, I must admit, maybe not quite as much mine as if I had slept with utryckningsfordonen and nattvimlet outside the window.
On the other hand, has, of course, we nonresidential a range of options available. All is not fun, but it's not working right and decent in their direction. To shop, of course, but also to have a coffee, to stroll (often natural) and to consume one or another cultural expression. Last week I have drällt in Liljeholmen, Scrape and Skarpnäck and seen the award-winning film in the Ring (movies in Toronto, who knew?)
much of this can compete with Mosebacke, Two or Kungsan, not at all. But sometimes you want to vary, and when bangar is not a förortsbo to take advantage of these small förtätningarna.
How do innerstadsborna when they want a change of pace? May I guess they don't take the line 18 to Farsta. They take Norwegian to Berlin.
Anders Bolling is a reporter and feel like a tourist to the north of the City.