i have a thing for old doors, the broken, and the imperfect. i think the small flaws we all have, both cities, houses, and people, are what makes us interesting and beautiful. imperfections give character.
although gamla stan (the old town in stockholm) is overrun by tourists and its main street is filled with souvenir shops and tourist-traps, walking around in the small side streets, sitting down at a cozy cafe under a huge chestnut tree still makes it worth my time. gamla stan still has its soul.