It’s one of those shimmering Swedish afternoons when everything seems to glow from within: the boathouses on the harbor, all pulsing vermilion red; the wind-rippled bay, glittering like a million suns; and the chalk-white houses of coastal Fjällbacka, luminous under the Nordic sky. Around the third week of June, the entire country is catapulted into a joyful panic. Read the full article, this way.
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Seafood and homebrewed beer at Karlsson’s guesthouse, Everts Sjöbod (left); Grönemad fisherman Per Karlsson on his restored boat, the Tuffa (right).
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Coffee and a kardemummabulle (cardamom roll) from Lyckans Stenugns Bageri, in Lyckan (left); a boathouse in Grönemad (right).
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