I remember when I was here in 1988 I absolutely loved the city and the feel of the place. Yes, there have been changes over the past 23 years, and aside from some blown out windows – which are being fixed – the city is still beautiful. There is lots of park area and you are never far from nature. But there is also a lot of history and culture. And the Norwegian people have this quiet pride and beauty about themselves. Lots of blond children!
Yes the city is also a melting pot of many different ethnicities but there is a calm and acceptance without dividing lines. And I love the sound of the language. I had so wanted to learn it 23 years ago and I would still like to learn it now.
I went to visit the bombing site which is cordoned off from the public. So many buildings have their windows borded up having had the glass blown out. Flowers are everywhere around the city in memory. People are still adding to the piles. And lots of people are still visiting the site to see what they can and to try to understand just as I did.
But putting radical behaviour to the side, I wandered about the city enjoying the architecture and its hidden gems. Cathrine lives only 2 metro stops from downtown and right beside this most amazing park which will require a posting all of its own. That was what I remembered most about Oslo. Although you have this very urban centre, it is not long before you are out of the hustle and bustle and surrounded by nature and beautiful homes.
Once again, styles are sleek, clean and simple yet beautiful. As I wandered about the city, I came to a street called Damstredet that was like a blast in the past. Damstredet is a small and narrow street. It has managed to survive intact as a charming part of town, with well-preserved and inhabited wooden houses, now one of the few streets that retains the then small town character of Oslo in a genuine manner.
Damstredet was mostly built from 1810 to 1860, as part of the expansion of Oslo that began at this time. The first house, Solberg, was erected in 1756 by sculptor Ole Meyer. His nephew, sculptor Andreas Hansen Meyer, took over in 1767, while his son Ole, also sculptor, erected another building in 1838. I love this sort of history.
The street like the people resonate with me. The Norwegians may be quiet and sedate in their external appearance but they are still approachable and friendly. They smile back at you and will hold the door open. They are a caring people. Anyway, I think I am rambling here and my thoughts are not very focussed. As this is my last day here, I must get outside to see more of the Oslo that I have forgotten and that I love. Tune in later!
You are right. Oslo is indeed a beautiful city and I hope that there will be a second post…hint, hint. 🙂
As always, I like your history snippets and pictures, esp. the one of the playing children and thanks for including one of a bronze statue. (that was for my benefit, right?)
You know, seeing the destruction in person must have made it more real and sad for you. I still cannot believe the bombing and shooting has happened in Norway…..
Well absolutely – regarding the statue that is – wait until my Vigeland post – coming to a blog near you soon.
I never did get to Oslo when I was in Norway and regretted that as they did have an excursion to the Holmenkollen jump I thin k that is how you spell it) but I gave my ticket to one of the fellows who was so desperate to go with his friends. Looks lovely and great to visit with your friend.
I went to that jump the last time. Apparently the old one has been taken down and a new one put up – – but still impressive. I needed more time in Oslo but only a short visit this time. Next time…