I’m getting a little out of order here. The Nordic Museum (Nordiska Museet in Swedish) is located close to the Vasa Museum. I visited the former immediately after the latter, but I was so enthusiastic about writing a post on Vasa Museum that I got ahead of myself and posted something on that a couple of posts before this post.
Then again, the posting sequence is likely of little or no interest to the one or two people who might, by some cosmic miracle that would prove the existence of a deity, stumble on this post and, beyond all reason, read it. So, on to my post about the Nordic Museum in Stockholm.
The Nordic Museum was originally intended to display objects from all Nordic countries, hence the name, Nordiska Museet/Nordic Museum rather than, say, the Swedish-Centric Museum. However, it is now dedicated solely to life present and past in only Sweden, so the name is a little broader than the reality.
Unless you walk into the museum with your eyes closed or you are blind, you will see a rather large, almost Buddha-like statue of King Gustav Vasa staring you down just beyond the entrance of the Nordic Museum. I suppose that even if you do have your eyes closed or you are blind he still stairs down on you, but you won’t know it. I had my eyes open and I’m only trending toward extreme myopia as I age. I’m not yet blind.
Of course, King Gustav is not really staring you down because he has been dead for a great many years. Like I said, it’s only a statue. But you probably figured that out from my use of the word statue.
King Gustav I, who was born in 1496 and died in 1580, is considered to be the founder of modern Sweden. However, given that his kinghood ended due to his death well over four centuries ago, I doubt I would have considered his life or the lives of his subjects to be particularly modern by today’s standards. They’d probably never even heard of a smartphone or the Internet. With that in mind, it’s a mystery to me how they were able to survive at all.
As I wandered through the museum I got to see furniture, furnishings and room recreations from over the past few centuries, right up to fairly recent times. There were also galleries presenting music, textiles, toys, jewelry, fashion and Swedish traditions spanning the same periods.
If you’re interested in that sort of thing you’ll be absolutely fascinated by Stockholm’s Nordic Museum. I’m not and wasn’t. On the contrary, I was rather bored. I don’t mean that to be a slight against Swedes in any way. They seem like truly wonderful, friendly people. I’d love to get to know some of them better, especially some of the buxom blond female ones, but at my age, height and physique, that’s not likely to happen. It’s simply that I’m not terribly interested in how people dressed, furnished their homes and celebrated their holidays in times gone by or today, regardless of what country they live or lived in.
(I was kidding about that buxom blond Swedish women stereotype thing, although not about the them likely not wanting to have anything to do with me thing. Possibly because of all of the damned tourists, such as myself, that were around, buxom blonds made up an exceptionally small percentage of the population that passed within my sight while I was in Stockholm. And, believe me, I was on the look out because I was hoping to be able to ogle them, but please don’t tell anyone that because I like people to think I’m politically correct.)
Hence, I was bored at the museum, even with the free audio tour. Although, if that’s the type of thing that rings your chimes and you visit the Nordic Museum in Stockholm, I recommend accepting the offer of an audio tour thingy. It’s free and provides a wealth of information for people who are captivated by that sort of information, which, as I said, is not me.
I don’t want to mislead you. The audio tour thingy did provide a the wealth of information to me too. It’s just that I didn’t pay as much attention to it as you might.
I realize that this is not a glowing review. I don’t want to discourage you from visiting the Nordic Museum. You might find it absolutely fascinating. It just wasn’t my cup of tea. That having been said, I did stop in the café there and had a cup of coffee and a snack after wandering through the museum. So, I suppose that, technically speaking, it was my cup of coffee. But, never mind. That’s an exceptionally silly, irrelevant observation.