Before they built success with steel, concrete
and glass for cruise ships passing,
this was a place for drying cod,
for diesel fumes, from hands and rope-burned fingers
grabbing beer and cigarettes..
This was a place where souvenirs
where faded postcards, and coffee still was
poured in cups with saucers.
“We are between the seasons now”,
the waiter said, as wa were served a three-course
dinner, by the sea.
“The midnight sun has ceased,
but it’s still not dark enough for Northern light”.
We ate lobster soup while sipping
chilled Poilly Fumé, reflecting how a city change from
cod and beer to tourist trap,
but how you now can get a perfect halibut.
Today Lilian hosts Poetics at dVerse, and she want to us to be travel guides to places where you might have traveled. This summer we spent a couple of days in Tromsø, a city in Northern Norway that I can recommend, even if it has lost some of it old charm. It’s amazing how a city that far north can have so many hotels and restaurants.
September 13, 2016