Helsinki is arguaby at its best in August. The days are warm and the municipal planting is in fabulous bloom: vibrant golds, oranges and deep reds, designed with plants that are happiest in the tropics and a sweet border of parsley in a herb garden, all on what used to be the wasteland beyond a car park. See, some things do get better, sometimes the City even is behind it.
But back to why Helsinki is good in August. The evenings are getting darker and somehow feel more urban for it. Above all, the people are back. And they are in a good mood, three, four or five weeks of holiday behind them, tanned and relaxed.
And there’s loads going on. Like this piece of collective doing.
Photos will resume once the tricky camera situation is resolved.