I have been on a trip to Tidan over the weekend. My pictures are downloaded but there is no time to write. We have visitors coming so I have to put away the computer from the table that I use. Hopefully there will be some time tomorrow to continue my tale. As for now, I’ll show some pictures of that farming town.
November is a dreary month. No sun shining through, no bright colors, lots of rain. To see Sweden in all her glory one has to come here in the summer, or go up north in the winter to see the snow-covered landscape.
The State Church and the cemetery
The rail road overpass
Here are the Swedish “marshmallows,” the food for the cows, as Mary says. Could it be for these little ones that bid us welcome?
The grocery store
The not-so-Swedish house.
Swede’s don’t paint their houses in such bright colors. Tidan is a town with lots of immigrants. This is a “Polish” house!
See you tomorrow!