“It has an excellent location, but I think there was no such hotel when I was here before, and I staid at the Hötel Kung Carl.”
“This is a bath-house,” said the commissionnaire, as the carriage turned the corner at the hotel, and he pointed to a large, square building, with a court-yard in the middle.
“That looks well for the cleanliness of the people, if they support such fine establishments as that.”
“Three classes of baths, sir,” added Möller, the guide. “In the first class you have a dressing-room, and an attendant to scrub you, and showers, douches, and everything of the sort. This is Drottninggatan, the principal street of the city,” added the man, as the carriage turned into another street.
“In other words, Queen Street,” explained the surgeon.
“It is rather a narrow street for the principal one,” said Paul.
“All the streets of Stockholm are narrow, or nearly all; and very few of them have sidewalks.”
“This street looks very much like the streets at home. The shops are about the same thing. There’s a woman in a queer dress,” added Captain Lincoln.
“That’s a Dalecarlian woman. They used to row the boats about the waters of the city, coming down from Dalecarlia to spend the summer here; but the little steamers have taken the business all away from them. They hired a boat for the season, and paid the owner one half of the fares.”
“Their costume is rather picturesque,” added Paul.