Your night, stop by stop
Cinnamon buns
We grab fresh skillingsboller and coffee, then take them to go. The ones still warm from the oven if we time it right.
Damstredet lanes
We wander the crooked wooden houses on Damstredet and Telthusbakken, the oldest little pocket of Oslo most people forget exists.
Vår Frelsers
We finish in the old cemetery next door, reading the names on Munch's and Ibsen's graves under the big trees.