The surprising delight of Trondheim, and our second road-trip.
Thursday, September 21 We wake up to yet another beautiful day - as in when have we not?- with sun slanting across the old roofs of the city After breakfast we walk through the busy streets, a mixture of old wooden houses and modern office buildings towards the impressive gothic Nidaros cathedral, where Norwegian kings have been crowned - and buried - until recent years. It was started in 1070 on top of the tomb of St. Olav, Norway's national saint and former Viking king. It has been in use ever since, and the altar commemorates WWII, and the 11,000 fallen in that war, with all their names inscribed in a book on display. We notice deacons, young men and women, dressed in long red capes, guiding groups of schoolchildren, some very small, telling the story of the cathedral in an engaged manner. There's something very acessible about this grand structure. It feels modern, alive, and we admire, for example, a Via Cruxis, commisioned from a secular artist, with collag