We arrived at the capital of the Åland islands at dawn. It was four o’clock and we headed to the little cottage we had rented for the weekend.
While we were walking on the reddish roads of Mariehamn, I realised that the place hadn’t changed at all since I was last here. The streets and houses looked like part of a film set. I remember I had the same feeling the first time I visited the islands three years ago; time seems to have stopped here.