We traveled all the way to Finland to shop. Truth. We barely did any sightseeing (though we did spend some time on the Hop-on, Hop-off bus, but more to get around than to learn about the city), and we did nothing of any cultural value. There, I said it.
But before we began our shopping spree, we enjoyed the morning (and some espresso) at Cafe Kappeli, a Rick Steves recommendation. (Rick’s never failed me. He once led me right to Galileo’s middle finger, resting peacefully in a glass, in Florence, Italy. What a sight!)
In any case, I give you the fashion report from Helsinki:
We loved Helsinki, and our word for the city was joyful perhaps for no other reason than that’s how we felt while we were there. We ended up buying gifts for friends and family — beautifully handcrafted items, some made from ceramic, wood and, believe it or not, old bed quilts.
The oddest thing that happened on our trip, though, happened in Helsinki, when a young man, sporting a leotard and tutu (and breasts) stopped us on the street, babbling who-knows-what in Finnish, and then, in English, asked us to marry him. We declined the invitation.
PS: Stay tuned for the fashion report from Germany. You won’t believe the shoes we bought!