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The "disciplined eye and the wild mind" that was Parker's artistic ideal is not well represented at these modern salons, but that was true of her own times She was a star and they are few and far between.. Even on a bitter January morning it is easy to forget the cold in the bustle of central Stockholm, the Venice of the North. Giant Baltic ferries sail right into the heart of the city, just below the ochre cliffs of 17th and 18th-century buildings rising out of the water on the islands of Gamla Stan and Sodermalm. Everybody ignores the ice and snow and gets on with daily life as in any other major city. But just a few stops from T Centralen, the central underground station, you step out into a landscape that combines the aspirations of 20th- century Nordic architectural modernism with a careful attempt to evoke the pagan desolation of prehistoric Sweden This is the Stockholm Woodland Cemetery.