Our first view was from the tower, looking down over the ski jump to the city spread out around a huge lake.

These posters inside the tower gave clues about the city’s past.

A walk around the town – the evenings never seem to end – gave a closer perspective.

Bookstores are a magnet for me, even when the language is incomprehensible. I browse the displays and try to “read” the covers.

The Finns are clearly fond of dogs.

Some titles or authors’ names are recognisable.

Some children’s books are very familiar.

Guess the English titles of these ones:

And some are in English. These popular cartoon books, about a typical Finn called Matti, give English speakers amusing (and familiar) insights into the Finnish psyche.

In Norway too I found myself drifting into bookshops to just soak up the bookish vibes and feel calm.

These books were taken on board Amundsen’s Fram voyage. He was meticulous about ensuring the wellbeing of his crew.

These books were part of a floor-to-ceiling display in the Thon Opera Hotel in Oslo:

Some more familiar titles:

And while I’m featuring these grim subjects, these even more sobering plaques are set into the pavement of an Oslo Street outside shops owned by Jews deported to Auschwitz during the war.

Just when I thought I’d covered the subject, I discovered the wonderful bookshops of Lisbon. First, an antiquarian one, Sa da Costa, founded in 1913:

Then Bertrand’s, which I’d researched at home. It claims to be the oldest bookshop in the world.

It has a cafe – feed the soul and feed the body.

The heroic character of the Finnish capital city is apparent as, from all directions, ferries sail into the port. A UNESCO World Heritage sea fort hunkers down at the harbour entrance, while a marina offers a brave face to the elements.

Sibelius’ Finlandia provides an evocative reminder of brave resistance to invasion.

The rock has been painstakingly hewn to create a peaceful artefact.

Quirky style has an intensity coming from the long months of dark and cold, one suspects.

A fleet of icebreakers is ready for the return of winter.

I didn’t imagine the vessel we sailed on would include lifts to 12 levels, a shopping mall, theatre, and several bars and restaurants!

This was my cabin which, with fold-down bunks, could sleep four:

Today I’m wind-burnt from being out on the viewing deck. Children were having fun stretching out their arms and almost lifting off the deck! I watched the long sunset from the cabin, however.

It was a smooth voyage, a great night’s sleep, rocking gently.

Dinner at a picturesque bay was a delight after a long drive from Copenhagen.

The next day we went to the City Hall, where the children of the many women councillors are welcome and where the Nobel dinner is held:

Our enthusiastic guide entertained us with stories of this building and with his irreverence.

Title is a quotation from “The Doll’s House” by Katherine Mansfield. (WordPress doesn’t know this and suggested I correct the grammar!)

I began my exploration of the National Museum of Denmark in the Dolls House and toy section. There were dozens of wee houses which you could look into from two sides, exposing the social hierarchy.

A group of musicians caught my eye:

As did the ubiquitous Tintin:

Toys for adults included a 17th century silver table centre piece, about 30cm tall, perfect in detail:

At the SMK, National Gallery, this shepherd is knitting a sock, perhaps to remind us that the weather isn’t always as glorious.

Outside the Gallery seats are placed in the water for people to cool their feet.

The colourful buildings of Nyhavn are as I remember them in 1981, but now it is crowded with pavement cafes and tourists.

A new experience: marinated herring. Delicious!

With a glass of elderflower.

I came upon a Ballantyne-style department store with a display of ballet shoes:

Moomin-bowls:

Royal Copenhagen:

I was in search of a bookstore I’d researched at home, and found it in an interesting maze of streets.

More Scandinavian design:

And an old favourite:

Glimpses of courtyards gave a sense of calm and coolness on this very hot day.

With seven hours to fill in before I could check into my hotel, I stored my luggage and set off to explore.

Road works, noisy machinery digging up roads, cigarette smoke…but then green spaces, a canal, a riverside walk, a pavement cafe and, best of all, a wonderful bookshop, restored my equilibrium.

I came upon the Christiana neighbourhood by chance as I walked a riverside path. I’d read about it – a self-governing community, into sustainability and various other activities beyond the law.

I’m finishing the hot afternoon with a gin and tonic and a tall glass of iced water in the Library Bar of my hotel, great jazz playing.

The Glyptotech Museum was my last treat for the day. Etruscan artefacts and impressionist paintings…a Monet for Mum:

and a startling Rodin: the Burghers of Calais.

I’ve walked 15 kilometres, according to my Health App. The hop-on hop-off bus gave respite and I briefly met a woman from NSW and a couple from Miami who were on a massive cruise ship. I prefer these ones:

My lovely colleagues did a surprise Viking-themed party after school on my last day.

Flags, a slide show of Scandinavian scenes (to which we provided our own commentary), flags and general fun all helped me to start to relax and anticipate my two months of holiday.

My Viking helmet (not historically accurate!):

When I expressed impatience at the time I had to wait until departure, a member of my book group said it would give me plenty of time to research, and she was right.

I have read Paris by Edward Rutherfurd which was worth every one of the 809 pages. I enjoyed the way he uses fictional characters to bring history to life, particularly when the generations of each family link throughout the book.

Next, I dipped into The Portuguese Seaborne Empire by C.R. Boxer. This was one of my history text books at Otago University in 1975. I loved it then – and its companion volume The Spanish Seaborne Empire – and read both books cover to cover when I should have been studying for exams.

Now I am reading The Scandinavians by Robert Ferguson. I am astounded by how much the English were involved in quite distressing events in Scandinavia, such as the blockade of Norway around 1809 which resulted in 100,00 Norwegians starving to death – over 10% of the population of the time. I think I’ll be careful to say I’m not English, but a New Zealander, and of Irish descent!

The Scandinavians, like Paris, is an engaging read. It doesn’t have fictional characters, it is non fiction, but uses many of the author’s own experiences as he travelled in Scandinavia, and reflects on its history and culture.

I had already heard of King Harald Bluetooth whose name is used for that connection you can make with your device. Another amusing name is that of the Icelandic chieftain, Thorstein Codbiter.

I will read on, Norwegian guitarist and lyricist Oystein Sunde playing softly in the background; an artist recommended by Ferguson.