My God, this is war. The walls of the old city tremble under the blows of guns that spit thunder and even a stinking smoke ...
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The army is in the street, the artillery in place. In battle.
one lane suddenly pops up the cavalry sabers. The drums rumble ...
But what's going on? Is it war? No, the revolution is to kill the king! Long live the Republic!
In fact, June 6 is National Day in memory of the day of the election of Gustav Vasa in 1523 ...
And we celebrated it: the gun fired Skeppsholmen, the changing of the guard on horseback, and also a gathering of Republicans. (But where is the guillotine?)
The rest of the day was far less violent: a little blah for Herman Lindqvist about the history of the city on Stortorget, pronounced distinctly so I can understand ; few kanelbullar-to-shade in a park, a good concert (although ridiculously short) the Melody Club Dance Kungsträdgården, et un petit detour couple Fairfield, charmante banlieue pavillonnaire au sud de Stockholm, avec a prime, dîner face au lac ...
Le tout sous un soleil the seal ...
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