For dinner, we visited Karin, an well-traveled elderly lady, to have surströmmings kalas, or a fermented herring party, which is usually held outdoors and in the summer because of the pungent smell. But as it was slightly chilly and wet outside, we had to stay indoors. We kept the balcony door open, and through the curtains we could look out over the river.
Helga had also made meatballs, in case I didn't take to the herring.
Karin, the lady of the hour
A little after-dinner verse-and-prayer
The Dinner Guests