The part of Visby we were dropped off at was an old town surrounded by a lovely wall. Beyond that was a modern town.
This time with the ship in the distance.
This was the one time the ship had to use tenders to get us ashore. The beach at Visby was about the size of an average loung room, but people were playing volleyball. To get into the water you walked out along a flimsy pier. But I suppose using the beach is not a major recreation this far north! I have no idea how warm the water was.