My Oslo Is...

Oslo (and Norway) is one of my favourite places, probably because it reminds me so much of Canada. It is a "home away from home" and literally a breath of fresh air when I am in claustrophobic Europe.

I hope these photos give you a sense of what kind of city Oslo is, because my Oslo is not in the images I see on television today. It is not a city of devastation and blown-out buildings. It is not a city of people laying bleeding in the streets. No, my Oslo is....

... a city where even the dogs get dressed up for a parade.




... a city where kids can laugh and smile.




.... a city that respects its war heros, as only a city that has been occupied can.




... a city where litte girls hug their Moms while watching a parade.




... a city where little girls ride on their Dad's shoulders to watch a parade.




.... a city of storybook colour.








... a city that is colourful even in the dark, pouring rain.




... a city that is colourful as the sun goes down.




... a city where young and old love sports.






... a city where the wonder of the outdoors is not lost.




... a city where high school kids dress up in national colours and hand out their personal "trading cards" to little kids (who collect them). That has to be one of the nicest high school grad traditions I have ever seen.




This is my Oslo. Please cross-post and share this version of Oslo with your friends.