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Saturday Snapshot- Stockholm

Hey Everyone! I'm back with another Saturday Snapshot*. This week, I'll be concluding my mini-series on my trip to Scandinavia.

*This meme is hosted by Westmetromommyreads.com

A street well known for it's shops 




Birds decided to visit us on our cycling tour


Have a nice weekend everyone!

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  1. Hey there Poem Fanatic!
    Those are some really great pictures... I especially love the one with the birds crossing!
    Have a really great weekend!

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    1. That one's my favourite picture as well!
      Thanks for stopping by!

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  2. These pictures are fab. Maybe enough to convince me to visit Scandinavia if it's actually beautiful like this all the time. Here's Mine

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    1. It is always beautiful! You should visit in summer- it's the perfect time for nature walks and hikes.

      Thanks for stopping by!

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  3. Gorgeous photos! I'm still wanting to go to the Scandinavian countries...for my heritage. Sigh. One problem: I hate flying! Thanks for sharing.

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  4. Beautiful photos from our capital town, Stockholm :)

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    1. All credits go to my dad for these pictures!

      Thanks for stopping by Ulrika!

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  5. Gorgeous photos! I SO want to visit Scandinavia! It is high on my list - looks like a beautiful area.

    Sue

    Book By Book

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    1. You've got to move it higher Sue- because it's my favorite place...and you seem to love hikes and nature. Norway is just perfect for that.

      Thanks for stopping by.

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  6. What great pictures! My husband and I visited Scandinavia (Norway) during our honeymoon and I loved it!

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