Bergen

After breakfast this morning, Deb went back to sleep and didn't wake up until almost noon. Even then, she still felt tired. She wonders if she might be coming down with mono, but she desperately wanted to go out for a walk. We are only ten minutes from the Fish Market and from Bryggen.

We wandered down a central pedestrian street until we reached the water. We were looking for the Tourist Information Centre and found it on the second floor of a glass building. When we were upstairs, we were told that the Fish Market was downstairs (Indoors for the winter). We decided to save this market until we were on our way home.

Our House (on the right), Our Two Windows (on the bottom)

Our Neighbourhood (A University District)

These are waste receptacles. Locals have a fob to unlock the appropriate chute, garbage, glass, paper, etc. Waste slides down and disappears.

They call it "The Slurp".  Floating waste is sucked down for collection and analysis. Thus they are able to make plans to reduce, and to attach blame.

In Bryggen, the first building are multi-floor brick structures.

Then comes a row of smaller wooden structures.

Here and there are entries into narrow wooden shopping strips.

The manhole covers are somewhat unique.

Many of the angles are skewed and doors appear crooked. I couldn't decide whether this was intentional quirkiness.

On her way back to the Fish Market, Deb ran out of energy. We sat in a pub and drank water for a few minutes and then we made a beeline back to the apartment.

Deb lay down and relaxed while I cooked up some spaghetti for dinner. We did not go out again after dinner, so I did some laundry. I tried to get a bottle of wine at the grocery store, but all they had was beer.