Road Trip 2025 (14) - Eksjö, Part 2

Wednesday. 13 August - Part 1

Eksjö Museum

▲Morning views from my hotel room in Eksjö▼

 

Passing a fancy old mirror on the way down to the breakfast room...

After we checked out, but before we left town, we went for a walk to the museum (which opened at 10). In the square (between the hotel and the church) they were setting up some market stalls.

 

Some photos from inside the museum, showing how people lived in the past:  

Artist's studio

 

Albert Engström (1869–1940) was a Swedish artist, author, and member of the Swedish Academy from 1922. He spent most of his childhood in a small village near Eksjö, where his father was the railroad stationmaster. In 1892 he enrolled at the Valand School of Fine Arts in Gothenburg to study under Carl Larsson. After that he was on the editorial staff for a satirical magazine for a couple of years, and then founded one of his own. 

 

Albert's glasses

 

A collection of old accordions.

Old tins

Old archives of the local newspaper 
 

Road Trip 2025 (13) - Eksjö, Part 1

Tuesday, 12 August - Part 5
Eksjö

Towards the evening of the next-to-last day of our road trip, we arrived at the City hotel in Eksjö, situated right by the main square. We've stayed there once before, and could not recall any serious problems to deter us from repeating the experience.

Evening view from my hotel room

As usual, we took some time to get ourselves settled in our rooms on arrival; but decided to meet up again to go for a little stroll about town before it got too late. 

But... When my brother came and knocked at my door a bit later, I was unable to open the door from the inside! I should perhaps add that it's an old hotel, and - rather unusual these days - one had to lock and unlock the door with an old-fashioned key. Which had got stuck, and could not be turned. It seemed not to matter what I did - I just could not move it!

My brother could hear me through the door, though, so I asked him to go down and fetch the (male) receptionist. Who came up and instructed me through the door that I had to pull the door handle inwards, towards me, with one hand, at the same time as turning the key with the other... Obviously this was a known problem that had happened before! So I really wonder why he didn't inform me about it when we checked in in the first place!!! 

There are also no phones in the hotel rooms any more, so if I had been there alone, I might have panicked more. I did of course have my own mobile phone, and the hotel's phone number could be found in a binder with various other info... But I'm not sure how quickly I would have thought of that!(?) 

Ah well. Once I'd learned the special trick, that "did the trick", so to say - so no more help needed for the rest of our stay (only one night)...

 The church across the square from the hotel, in evening light.

Another, smaller hotel in an old wooden building, which we came across on our evening stroll through town. (Maybe we should try that one next time??)

 

A charming "old town" courtyard

 

The city of Eksjö dates back to medeival times, and there are a lot of old wooden houses from the 17th and 18th centuries preserved in the town centre.

You'll be seeing a few more of them in my next post. 

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