A change in Weather

Tomorrow is our last day in Bergen. It’s been interesting. A transition. A rollercoaster. Stuff has come up. Things have happened. There has been treacle. And drain. And tiredness. And laughter. Snowflakes. And pink fluffy clouds. Maybe it’s been hibernation.

Muffin’s got boots. And antibacterial high-tech performance bipedal supersocks. Fruitcake’s got wholemeal rolls.

And now, Prague calls. Dumplings. And rich stews in a bohemian atmosphere of decadence. Alfonse Mucha. Permeated by, on the fringes of awareness, the mystery of the room with no door, and the flat grey stones like lumps of fat.

We went to The Street. We saw this:

We also went to the Aquarium and had an interesting conversation with this fish:

Muffin says bye bye Bergen, Fruitcake isn’t quite so sure.

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