I had already seen and tasted so much of what the city has to offer.
I had already taken a long walk to Djurgaden to visit to visit a Viking museum, a boat ride through the harbor, meandered through Old Town and visited Sound Pollution, one of the most famous heavy metal record stores in the city. I had eaten at Pelikan, talked out of the meatballs to have a Swedish hash dish called Pyttipanna, which was among the best meals I have ever had abroad. I had herring seven ways, all cold, as an appetizer while having a legendary meal with great local friends in one of the city's grandest restaurants. I sampled a few of the local craft beers throughout the week.
But on Friday afternoon, as the rain took a convenient respite, I wandered aimlessly through the warren of streets that surround the Stockholm Central Train Station. It is one of the main shopping centers in the city, featuring high-end department stores and specialty shops. At 4 p.m., it had the feel of the Christmas shopping season, especially with people spilling onto and off the metro on their commute home.
Eventually, I stumbled upon Old Haymarket, an open-air market specializing in selling fresh produce, cut flowers and some souvenirs. The square is littered with stalls, some competing directly with their neighbor to sell the same flowers or fruit. I walked around, taking in the sights and sounds, understanding this was the local Stockholm I wanted to experience one final time. The market has been here, in some form, since the 1700s, from what I have read. That is permanence.