In 2001, I spent a few sunny, gorgeous days in Stockholm. I loved every second of it. How could I not - sailboats and pretty, friendly people and H&M on every corner and, OK, bad food, but also this:
From the second I stepped off the plane and into the most perfectly designed airport restroom imaginable, until the morning I boarded a plane back to Heathrow, I was totally enchanted by the city's mix of traditional European charm and ultra-functional Scandinavian minimalism. It's great and anybody who has a chance to visit really should.
But if you can't get there, checking out the home of Benita and Martin Larsson (of the blog Chez Larsson) is the next best thing: