Going to Bergen we hoped for a snowy weather, but we were greeted by rain. Thankfully, the city was still charming and had this amazingly cosy atmosphere. My favourite part was definitely the streets going up mount Fløyen, winding, tiny and full of beautiful white houses. I wish I could live in one of them for a while. As I wrote after coming back from Bergen, “I would love to sit in one of them, in a room full of books, drinking wine and looking at the dark sky”. Yes, Bergen can be really cosy.
The city was not as dark and gloomy as my photos, it is just my broken camera, but even if it was – the dark snowy mountains and the thousands of tiny lights from Norwegian houses, would still make it amazing. We only missed the Christmas markets. Not because we did not find them, Bergen is not so large, but because there weren’t any. The square in front of picturesque Bryggen houses was empty, and the only hot wine we got was from a Santa Claus in a toy shop. On the other hand, it was quite long time ago, maybe Bergen has it own market now?
Although we spent only a couple of days in Bergen, I felt like it was all very relaxed and we still saw a lot of things. We even got to visit two places outside the city. A church – Fantoft stavkirke, which looked really spooky when we saw it after dark, and Troldhaugen – a house and museum of compositor Edward Grieg, where we got so early in the morning that we only could have a look through the window to his tiny workroom in a red house by the water. Both places had an amazing atmosphere, maybe it was the rainy weather, but the whole Bergen was so fascinatingly melancholic and mysterious. I still cannot believe we have not come back there since.