4 October 2015

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4 October 2015

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Sunday 4 October 2015--Our only plan for the day is to wander around and see whatever we might see. Led Zeppelin rattle and roll inside my head all day: "Hey hey, Malmö, the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove." We pass through Stortorget and Lille Torg on our way to Kungsparken (King's Park) and Slottsträdgården (Castle Garden). The castle, Malmöhus Slott, is a massive block of red brick that strikes me as neither castle-like nor photogenic. We meander south, then east, then back into the old center, where we circle the surrounding canal. The modern art museum looks interesting, but we don't feel like paying the price of admission. Sankt Petri Kyrka--Saint Peter's Church--is open and free, so we have a look.

I'm feeling wiped out, so I go back to the room to nap, and Win goes to see the museum in the castle. Some time later, he rouses me, and we go to investigate Peas & Honey, a pub we passed by earlier. We find a homey little local with a decent choice of beers, reasonably sophisticated but unpretentious--I feel I am in a genuinely Swedish pub, if there is such a thing, rather than a British wannabe. Appearances are somewhat deceiving. Peas & Honey is actually attached to Interpool, the large restaurant/pool hall/sports bar next door. Peter, the friendly barman, shows us around. We order dinner from the restaurant's menu, and have a long blether about beer, pubs, Malmö, travel, and whatever. Isn't this what a pub is supposed to be all about? Peas & Honey is the one thing I've seen today that makes me think I might want to come back to Malmö. That's probably not very rational--I know I'm suffering from the peculiar incuriosity born of jet lag. But if a friendly pub can motivate one to return for a second look, that can only be a good thing.

Peter has told us about a brewpub in Triangeln, a ten-minute walk south, so we go to check it out. It's closed on Sundays. We find Restaurang Nyhavn in Möllevångstorget nearby, and have a last pint there before retiring to our hotel.

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