Studying the map we saw that there was a long road that started near where we were and led right up to the Vigeland Museum. Walking along the road I felt as if we could have been anywhere, were it not for the biting cold, which I commented on with the phrase, It’s bitter cold, with the frequency of a child in the backseat of a car asking, Are we there yet? When we reached the Vigeland Museum we were thankful just for some warmth. We walked around the ground floor. In the first rooms there were sculptures, intensely bleak and morbid. I had no prior knowledge of Gustav Vigeland and we were both impressed. We then walked through a corridor of busts, Ibsen was there I recall, leading up to the Knut Hamsun exhibit. This consisted of two busts of Hamsun. Next to these, a small glass cabinet housed copies of signed, first edition books by Hamsun from Vigeland’s personal library. There was also a pamphlet detailing the relationship between Hamsun and Vigeland.

In Frogner Park we saw tourists congregate around a phallic statue.

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