rude kids.

Stavanger, Norway is know for its street art.  When we were there in 2017 we took a really interesting street art tour.

But they didn’t seem to be offering that tour the day we were there on our cruise in September, so we headed off on our own to explore the city.

We started off just wandering around the area near the port, which was mainly shops and restaurants.

We were up and at ’em pretty early though, so nothing was open.

And as you can see, it was raining once again.

We then headed over to the old town with all of its quaint white houses.

We wandered around there for a bit and I spent most of that time admiring the small gardens that some of them had.

But we were also looking for a small museum located in one of the houses that Mr. Q and I had visited the last time we were there.

We walked past it a couple of times before I noticed a little tiny sign on the side of the house.  Back in 2017 you could enter the house on its own and it was called The Workers Cottage, but this time around it was part of the Canning Museum.  So we had to buy tickets for the Canning Museum to get into the house (and we also had to ask a staff member at the museum to open it up for us, which he was more than happy to do).

It’s now called ‘No. 90‘ and the house was built in 1836.  It had been lived in by 4 generations of the same family.  The decor on the first floor is from the 1920’s …

while the 2nd floor represents the 1960’s.

It’s very small, but certainly worth a visit if you want to get a peek into the interior of one these quaint little white houses.

When we purchased our tickets for the canning museum, the guide told us that they were also good for the other museums in town.  So we decided to check out the Stavanger Museum next.

I really enjoyed this museum.  It was certainly on the small side, but that made it perfect for seeing everything without ending up totally exhausted.

I particularly enjoyed an exhibit exploring the bunad, a traditional Norwegian folk costume, from different regions around Norway.

I also really enjoyed seeing the traditional Norwegian bridal crowns and learning more about their history.

I had seen photos of young women wearing these crowns, but I didn’t know that they were brides.  Apparently the wearing of a bridal crown symbolized purity and chastity (similar to the white wedding veil we wear).

The museum also showed a bridal crown made of straw, which was apparently what the not so pure brides got to wear.

But most of the crowns were made with at least some silver elements to protect the bride from evil spirits.  I guess those less than pure brides were on their own when it came to being abducted by trolls or evil fairies.

We were running out of time after seeing the Stavanger Museum, which was too bad because I would have loved to also visit their art museum.

Instead we had to make do with checking out some of the street art on our way back to the ship, including a series of ‘rude kids’ by dotmasters.

Yikes, this next one is defacing the Mona Lisa!

And I think we all know this rude kid with his face in his phone all the time …

But we didn’t actually find any actual rude kids in Stavanger.  In fact, pretty much all of the people we encountered in Norway, young or old, were very friendly and helpful.  I totally recommend a visit to Stavanger if you ever have the opportunity!

8 thoughts on “rude kids.

  1. Love this charming town, but what I really love, is your wiring style and commentary! I’ll be giggling over this line all day – which was apparently what the not so pure brides got to wear. 🤣
    Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family!

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  2. Sounds like a very interesting trip. I so enjoy reading your thoughts about it, always entertaining! Happy Thanksgiving to you and Mr Q.

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  3. Fascinating glimpse and good for some laughs. Between the rude kids and not so pure brides you made my morning!!😂😂. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving at the Q branch!

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