A café sunday

This time of year we eat "semla". A bun cut in two halves with cream and almond paste in between. R googled for the best semla in Stockholm and we went there. It WAS the best ever tasted! The place is an old fashioned one, where most of the customers buy their things to bring home. There are some tables though and you have to fight to have one.
We observed a slight drama with a woman who didn't want to leave and the staff who, when attacked by a customer in queue, defended herself with "shall I tell to the men as well to leave when they come here with their lap tops and stay for a couple of hours". Well it ended well anyway.
And we have to relate to the fact that there are no rules for how many hours you can have a table at the café!!

Later on I met Åsa from school. Long time no see and it was fun to talk to about our mutual work. She loves to be photographed. There is some peculiar people :)