Two pre-Christmas days in Stockholm. One of them in freezing rain that very slowly turned into snow, the other one completely white.
Although I had written the article and we edited and rewrote it, it was unfortunately never published.
But I chose a few pictures to illustrate the life inside the café, nonetheless.
Once a year I go back to the part of the country where one line of our family comes from. Moravia, Slovácko, Horňácko.
The bands: old "majstri" and gifted youngsters. Slivovitz: you bring some, you exchange some, all of it needs to be home-made of course. The evening show at the crowded amphitheatre starts on time but to hear the very last note you have to wait until next morning.