The real and the ideal. As we waited for our ferry at the Festvag Kai on September 6, 2025, I snapped photo after photo, amazed that any place could be as beautiful as what I was seeing.
We were on our way to Kjerringoy, where we visited a trading post first built in the 1700s and expanded greatly during the 1800s. For years, it was the spot where fish from the Lofoten Islands were brought by local fishermen to be processed and sent to Bergen. Italy was one of the main places where the dried cod was sold. There were so many feast days in the Catholic Church that huge amounts of fish were needed to serve all the people who had given up eat for the feast days.
Inside the owner's house, the living was fine.
I loved the white lace curtains that were a feature of almost every traditional Norwegian home.
The servants didn't live quite so well.
The chief maid had a peekhole into the junior maids' bedrooms to make sure that no marauding males had snuck in.
The fish were processed in the outbuildings and then shipped south to Bergen.
We watched an introductory film about the strong woman who owned the trading post and ran it after her husband died. During the film, a fellow tour member poked me and said I looked just like the woman owner.
Towns grew up around trading posts, with churches, schools, and shops. And all about was spectacular Norwegian scenery.
As we drove back to Bodo, we passed rocky crags jutting out from lakes and from the shoreline of the sea.
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