The other day, during a road trip with Henry, we stopped to photograph this beautiful old wooden building housing Göta Hotell. It couldn’t have been more perfectly placed, and the weather was just about ideal for this quiet stretch along Göta Kanal.

The hotel has appeared in several Swedish films and, while they clearly have their audience, I’ve never quite connected with that tradition. The dialogue often feels staged, slightly artificial – at times almost theatrically exaggerated. With a few rare exceptions, it has never really resonated with me. Maybe I simply arrived here too late in life.