I strolled with Schubert on Strandvägen where the old turn-of-the-century bourgeois houses flexed their newly renovated facades while the sun sank towards the horizon. The Royal Palace, Storkyrkan, and Katarina Church on the Southern Heights stood out in contrast to the copper-red sky. In the foreground one could see the masts of the old fishing boats and sailing ships. The tree-lined promenade along Strandvägen was empty, and the trees naked. I took more photos, of the sunset and the silhouettes of the boats. All while Schubert squeezed my soul.