So yes, on our last day in Stockholm, we took in the museum devoted to the country's biggest cultural export since those ubiquitous meatballs.
Now, just so we're clear -- I like ABBA. My beloved Floor Models famously (in Greenwich Village) covered their "S.O.S.", and "Knowing Me Knowing You" is a legitimately great song (The Wondermints, to their credit, agree. Bigly.)
That said, the museum is pretty...silly, I think is the word. Basically, it's like a kitsch version of the Rolling Stones Exhibitionism show, but if you like that sort of thing, it's certainly worth a trip. Here are my two favorite exhibits.
ABBA -- The Madame Tussaud's Edition. And impressively realistic.
And ABBA -- the puppets. Which are actually quite a little disturbing.
And speaking of a little disturbing, those puppets are the stars of ABBA: The Last Video. Which was playing at the Museum and which, after viewing it, a certain Shady Dame and I fled the building in terror.
It's true -- some things in life once seen can NOT be unseen.
More Swedish-themed mishegass on the morrow.