Just round the corner from our hotel, Bergen has a lake, a pleasant approach to the town.
Interesting street art in the pedestrian mall. Wish there had been some details to read. The statues went right up to the modern sea-farers.
Here is a hopeful viking and his mate.
Streets behind the Fish Market.
One stall in the Fish Market.
What a pity we are not mad about sea-food!
Behind Neil Is Rosenkrantz's Tower, but no one here mentions Guildenstern.
Cruise ships among the normal traffic.
Turls was very happy to show off his 4WD to us. He was preparing to go off to his place in the mountains.
These World Heritage warehouses from the days of the Hanseatic league, 3 to 5 centuries ago, may have been vertical when they were built, but they are leaning now.
An old wooden sailing boat with what looks like an even older rowing boat.
Bergen from below...
and Bergen from above, from the top of the Funicular late in the evening.
Wave patterns, which kept forming and changing.
A visit to the Art Gallery.
Self-portrait by Edvard Munch. "The Scream" is not in Bergen.
A fun thing, a monster from the sea.
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