The King came, he wave, and returned back inside. I ate a doughnut. It was nice.

Other than that the market was much the same as you come to expect from a Swedish funfair style market. Stalls offering you the chance to win giant sized cuddly toys versions of Winnie the pooh and friends. At least we think that’s whom they are meant to be of, sometimes they are so badly designed you can only make an educated guess. This time however they had be joined by cuddly toy versions of condoms. Don’t ask me why.

Surprisingly there were no socks for sale. Usually at the local bi-annual Swedish market every other stall will either be selling sweets or socks. Rows and rows of socks, with offers of buy 10 pairs and get a pair free. But not this time, how will we cope?