There were a lot of people waiting for the return ferry, and it took a while to get on, but the ferry itself was not crowded. This was the day and about the time of the wedding of the prince (his older sister Victoria is the heir). So some streets were blocked off, and there were police around. Back in Gamla Stan, we returned to the cafe where we ate the day before. Larry got lasagna, and I had a salmon and spinach quiche. Both were good, but neither of us were able to finish.
We walked back through Gamla Stan and along the waterfront to our hotel, and collapsed for a couple of hours, then packed for an early departure.

Got to the station before 8 and bought muffins and coffee for breakfast on the train. Southern Sweden seems to be forest and fields, with an occasional small town thrown in. We did see a deer running through one of the fields. Our train trip was blessedly uneventful this time.
(to be continued)