Stockholm is, at first glance, just as you expect it to be. Safe, clean and polite, if not going out of its way to be overtly friendly. This might be a nice place to live and bring up children if you’re so inclined, I thought to myself, but there’s something lacking. Some sense of excitement, of the unknown. And as you walk down the main pedestrian and shopping street, Dronninggatan, it looks safe, clean, polite, and mostly predictable. Or so it seemed, until the street itself started speaking to me.