ICING ON THE ART CAKE

MINUS 14° CELSIUS is something I usually associate with the temperature at which I like my ice cream. This surreal comparison was my earworm as I braved the cold in the Swedish Laplands in November last year. I was wrapped in several layers of clothing but still couldn’t stop my teeth from chattering. The last leg of my trip was a solo adventure in Stockholm. Flying into the Swedish capital, I got an aerial view of the city that occupies an archipelago of 14 islands, connected to one another by 57 bridges. Walking from one island to another and exploring the city on foot, I was told, is the best thing to do. And I was looking forward to slipping into my snow boots. The weather did go easy on me in Stockholm, remaining at a steady