Why I live at the P.O...

…is a strange short story by Eudora Welty. I (Björn) never had a clue what is was all about.
However, this tuesday we went to the old post office in Eskilstuna.

Many years ago this was the place to buy stamps and…eh…envelopes and such. Quite interesting!
The building itself it probably from some time around the 1950s (I did not have the time to google…) and something that a dictator probably would move into if one ever would have come to Eskilstuna.

The old P.O

Nowadays, it is a restaurant (Majsans husman) with great food and coffee!

Sven's sketch!

Juha's sketch from the coffee lounge.

Björn's  (The policeman to the left had donuts for lunch!)

Karl's sketch

More images are to be published any time!

Thanks for visiting!

/Björn