Busking before the Goddess

In the Nordstan shopping centre in Gothenburg (the stops are: Nordstan, Lilla Bomen and Brunsparken), a busker was playing his accordian outside the Åhléns department store, dwarfed by this image of a commercial goddess.

Busking before the Goddess
Busking before the Goddess

This post is an experiment to try out picture posting for the blog. The original size of the image is 1024×1387 pixels. At the top is the automatic crop that this WP theme uses for the feature image – not good! [At the top now is a tailor-made featured image.]

And below now is the thumbnail 150px wide.

Busking before the Goddess
Busking before the Goddess

 

Welcome to Stops and stories

Genesis

Mrs SC and I flew home to Gothenburg for Easter. Afterwards, while she returned to work in Brussels I stayed on for three weeks to see friends, get seen by my dentist, order (and fetch) new insoles and – most important – complete my tax declaration with a Swedish tax office near at hand and help on the phone. And no phenomenal phone bills because of calling internationally and dangling in a phone queue:

You have place – ONE-HUNDRED-AND-TWENTY-NINE – in a line served by – FOUR – of our personnel. Thank you for waiting. We will answer your call as soon as possible. The expected waiting time is – FIFTY-FOUR – minutes.

Well, perhaps not quite like that.

Betwixt and between I put in some work on my extant websites, and built this one.

Stops and Stories is going to be my blog for travel writing. The idea is to present a weekly entry focusing on a stop. It might be a stop on the Brussels pre-metro, a stop on the London underground, a tram stop in Gothenburg, a hotel stop somewhere in Europe or a bus stop somewhere else in the world. Or a train stop, of course. The background image is based on the tangle of train tracks leading into or out of a mainline station somewhere.

There will be photographs, stories and background related to the stop. There may be other things too – drawings, audio recordings, even videos. Let’s see what comes.

A wet morning at Brussels International
A wet morning at Brussels International