There's more to Oslo than....
July 9th 2007 11:31
Bygdoy wharf
It was pure chance that took me to Oslo. My guy had a meeting there, I just happened to be free, so I seized it, after all carpe diem!. It was chance too that it happened to be spring - that the days were lengthening and although the air was cold it was a bracing, inviting, energising cold - a cold that made the cheeks tingle but left the core untouched. There was snow but it was soft, crunchy, scattered snow - snow that shrinking back, making way for flowers and grass. Trees were layering themselves with green - soft, pale and delicate but the green, nevertheless of leaves. There were cloudless blue skies and warm sun. It was a great time for exploring and discovering. I loved it - the still, glassy, half frozen fjiord; the white carpeted parks; the trees with their dusting of tiny buds; the escape into a warm museum world when the sky turned white with snowflakes; the view on the chilly dusk street from a cosy cafe; the long, slow sunset from the hills; those Oslow nights, with party-people, just out of hiberenation; the shops bright with wooly jumpers of many colours. But there were, in that spring Oslow spring, glimpses of the dark, freezing winter just passed, with roaring fires and thick, heavy, clothes; of thick flying snow and the frozen fjiord; of companionship in warm bars, too cosy to leave. There were glimpses too of the summer just around the corner, with long, long days, the reflection of a golden sun and a dark blue sky in the fjiord, green, thick-leaved trees on rolling lawns in the palace park and families picknicking with the statue people in Vigeland Park.
Karl Johansgate - really!
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