Post by Grubb
This morning we took the train from Malmo to Gothenburg. It was a two-and-a-half hour ride, but we were traveling first class (highly discounted for seniors) so it was very comfortable. When we arrived in Gothenburg and emerged from the station we found ourselves in the middle of a noisy construction zone that looked like they were ripping up some old riverside streets and building a replica of the Big-I. While we were dragging our luggage towards the Scandic Hotel looming large and glassy a quarter mile away, I kept spinning around to see what was going to be connected to the gigantic half-finished roadway curling above us. Maybe nothing. Maybe it was some New Age amusement ride that would charge tourists to experience the loop de loop in their own cars. Gothenburg, like many Scandinavian cities, has become a fashionable place for tourists to visit. Neighborhoods have been rusticated with an eye towards culture sensitive gentrification, shopping malls have cobblestone streets, warehouses have become art galleries and brew pubs, old schooners have become floating hotels.
