Stockholm is prepared for a party on an unprecedented scale. Streets are cordened off, tents are in place, concerts are booming out from various stages around the city centre, international camera crews are poised. Flowers are planted. Flags are flying. The city is full of people.
And it’s raining. And the forecast for tomorrow is also rain.
A friend of mine, who is avoiding the wedding by leaving Stockholm for the weekend, takes pleasure in this.
‘You see,’ he informs me, ‘ God is a Republican’.