Friday 12 October 2018--I spotted the Grand Hotel Saltsjöbaden on the map while I was searching for a place to stay in Stockholm. I was intrigued by the 19th-century edifice, built (along with the rail line from town) by K A Wallenberg as part of a grandiose (but unfulfilled) scheme to turn this section of the Baltic coast into a sort of Swedish Riviera. I nevertheless booked a room in Gamla Stan, Stockholm's old town. Shortly before I left on my trip, I checked up on all my bookings, and found my room in Stockholm had been canceled. I wasn't given a reason, and in fact wasn't even notified. I checked back and found my canceled room was actually still available. But why fight fate? I booked here instead. The cost of the room was about the same as a decent room in town, but I dropped a pretty penny on dinner last night, and again tonight. Also booked myself a massage at the hotel's spa, from a genuine Swedish masseuse. (Not the best massage I've ever had, but let's not spoil the story.) Thought I might take the train back into town this afternoon to see a thing or two, but it was so lovely and peaceful out here; the hustle and bustle of the city didn't appeal. So I just spent the afternoon strolling around the harbor and the town.
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