In the Park of Drottningholm.
Drottningholm is like a Swedish Versailles — just smaller, colder, and with a suspiciously strong affection for IKEA furniture.
The name translates to “Queen’s Hill” (yes, really) 乁( θ‿θ)ㄏ — though it sounds more like a medieval illness or a minor house from Game of Thrones.
It’s located on the island of Lovön — which is not a typo, but the actual name of the place, not the sound you make when trying to pronounce it.
The Swedish royals have been living there since 1981, presumably because Airbnb still hadn’t reached the crown.
It’s surrounded by a park where you can stroll around pretending to be a disgraced duke or emotionally complex baroness.
There’s an 18th-century theatre where they still put on operas — mostly because Netflix hasn’t made it out there yet.
In 1991, UNESCO shrugged and said, “Fine, let’s make it heritage. It held up okay.”
The palace is a mix of opulence, coziness, and near-Scandinavian minimalism (emphasis on near).
It’s beloved by tourists, ducks, and history nerds with unresolved feelings about the Baroque period.
Perfect for feeding a squirrel, freezing to death, pretending you’re royalty, and watching the royal guard awkwardly shuffle around the gates like it’s all totally intentional.
