As he walked, Zhang Feng saw a very famous small street on the map, known as the narrowest street in the world.

According to the map, Zhang Feng found a small street, and it was a somewhat dilapidated alley, Zhang Feng thought it was, but when he looked at it, he didn't feel it at all, it was not small at all.

Zhang Feng was puzzled and went to look for it again. Actually, don't bother to look for it at all, and then I saw a lot of people suddenly appear on a street, a little strange what is there, walk over and see, it is the famous street, many people from outside, are admired to see this small street. What kind of small street? It's just an alley up the stairs, so if you want to be famous, you need hype, and an ordinary alley is actually known as the world's first.

Zhang Feng couldn't help shaking his head, his heart is like this, and it is also the whole world, it is estimated that some quaint Jiangnan towns in our country are afraid that they are going to create a record of the whole universe, thinking of this, Zhang Feng suddenly missed the feeling when he walked in the ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River in the drizzle, the azure smoke and rain......

To open this unworthy alley, Zhang Feng continued to wander around the alleys, hoping to find the scenery he wanted, what Zhang Feng didn't expect was that at the end of a path, you could actually see a blue sea, Zhang Feng had the heart to see this sea So, Zhang Feng walked out of the alley, crossed a road, and came to the square by the sea, and then there was a sea, the sea and the sky are the same, you can see the green trees and buildings winding by the sea in the distance, and there is a cruise ship parked not far away.

Japanese Buddha face, there are very few people in the square, this kind of purity, Zhang Feng still likes it, but unfortunately he turned around and didn't find a shop to buy milk tea or coffee, otherwise he could still buy a cup, sit on the stone bench in the square, watch the children play, or eavesdrop on some of the babbling of women.

After taking some photos, Zhang Feng returned to the old city. Walking to the old town square, there is a bar on one side of the square square, and the building next to the bar is painted with colorful colors, bringing vitality to the old building. In the middle of the square, there are several rows of chairs where workers rest, and not far away, there are strange dripping buildings, barrel-like buildings, and four three-dimensional monsters on all sides have a dripping iron pipe in their mouths, and I can see clear water, which flows slowly from those iron pipes.

It seems to be a hub for tourists coming to the Old Town. There is a more eye-catching place, that is, on the side of this square, is the place where the Nobel Prize other than the Peace Prize is awarded, and there is a museum of the Nobel Prize, Zhang Feng walked into the museum and walked around with great interest, in the museum, Zhang Feng bought a commemorative cup. Zhang Feng also saw that there were postcards of previous Nobel Prize winners sold here, and took a closer look, there were also some big writers called "Feng = Milk = Fat = Buttocks" Mo Yan, and the other Zhang Feng didn't know him, and after thinking about it, Mo Yan was too famous, and he still had a signed book, so he didn't go to buy souvenirs.

Sitting on the chair outside, Zhang Feng saw a chair hanging on the wall not far away, and he didn't understand, so he listened to the travel commentary next to him, and Zhang Feng was extremely embarrassed when he listened, because the chair was sat by everyone who won the Nobel Prize! Zhang Feng was thinking, no wonder this chair was so sacred, and this chair was so grandly hung high, it turned out that there was this saying, it was really a chair that was expensive because of people.

I bought a ticket and went inside the museum.

In the dark museums, there is no such noise as most museums in China, and there are only quiet visitors who talk to each other in small voices. Zhang Feng rested in the museum for a while, bought some souvenirs and left. When I walked to the square outside the door, I suddenly saw a group of people around, a foreign woman in ancient costume and makeup making a speech, and her eyes may be wearing colored pupils, so the pupils turned out to be terrifyingly white.

It is not difficult to imagine how scary it will be when our eyes are white! Zhang Feng couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead, the woman seemed to be playing the role of a brutal queen in ancient times, delivering a policy address, speaking in a slow and urgent tone, and speaking in a high and low tone, which made people feel an inexplicable horror. Zhang Feng didn't know what role she was playing or what she was talking about, so Zhang Feng took a few looks and walked away.

When Zhang Feng left, he muttered: "What age is it, still playing this ......"

Before leaving the square, he saw that there was still a shop selling handicrafts on the edge of the square, Zhang Feng walked in and took a look, there were mountain demons and other strange toys and crafts. Sweden must be a horse lover people, and when you go to the shops, you can always see a lot of handicrafts about horses.

I wanted to buy it, but in the end, Zhang Feng decided that it was better to buy some real bantam horses and go back to raise them as the mascot of the manor.

When he went out and saw a dessert shop, Zhang Feng, who was itching in the seaside square, walked in, planning to buy some food.

Inside, Zhang Feng bought a drink according to his habitual preferences, because he was a little tired from walking, he chose a place to sit down, a cup of hot drink in his stomach, it felt really good, he was very satisfied with the decoration of the shop, and ordered an untimely ice cream, looking at the exquisite ice cream as if it was a framed cream cake, Zhang Feng couldn't help but pick up a small spoon and eat it. The melt-in-your-mouth cold ice cream brought Zhang Feng the beauty and enjoyment of food that hot drinks couldn't bring him.

"Ha, that's wonderful!" Zhang Feng sucked the last cream on the spoon vigorously, wanting to order another one, but he was afraid that his stomach would be bad, so he had to give up.

Leaving the dessert shop, not far away, Zhang Feng saw a church = church, and was attracted by the towering spire of this church = hall from a distance, so when he walked to the front of the church = hall and saw the gate of Senmu's church = hall, Zhang Feng wanted to walk in and take a look, but he didn't want to, the time had passed, and the church was only let out, not entered.

"Ha, forget it, I've seen more than you anyway!" Zhang Feng comforted himself.

Walking along the granite-paved streets, you gradually walked out of Stockholm's Old Town, and suddenly several buildings that looked like castles and palaces suddenly appeared in front of you, and there were guards standing guard in front of the gates.

Zhang Feng asked, and learned that this was the royal palace of the King of Sweden. However, Zhang Feng feels that the royal palace here does not seem to be as neat and solemn as the palaces of other countries, and the palace of the king of Sweden is just a continuation of the old city architecture, at least Zhang Feng thinks so.