Ingrid wrangled a half-hour of free time from her commanding officers, so that I (and some others) could photograph her. In her shiny dress uniform and her own snazzy beret.

Talking and facial expression were allowed today, but she was under strict instructions to keep a “professional expression” at all times.

Several times, tourists saw us photographing and seized the opportunity to also get photos. They of course thought that we were also tourists, and that Ingrid was some random soldier who just happened to be available. We had to gently shoo them away, because Ingrid was not out there to be a tourist attraction.

While I was in the city anyway, I might as well have another go at watching the ceremony itself. This time I thought I was there in good time – 45 minutes in advance – and it was still almost too late. The very front of the area set aside for the public was almost filled up, and I squeezed in between two groups.

There’s no marching today because it’s still Ingrid’s regiment doing the guarding, but they do the ceremony part every day. One half of their group relieves the other half, with great pomp.