Saturday morning I drove downtown for my almost weekly photo walk. I parked my car where I used to, but then I let my feet wander in a new direction, to a part of the city where I have never been before. I have known of the area always, I have passed by, by car, many times, but never actually walked there.
Svartlamon, Trondheim´s answer to Copenhaven´s Christiania. I am sure most cities have a Svartlamon, a place where the inhabitants like to follow their own rules, live their own free lives.
I could never live in a place like Svartlamon, I guess I am too bourgeois, but never did I know how the area charmed me.
How much it made my heart smile.
How can it be that I have never walked these tiny streets before? How can I have missed this charm?
Now I know that I will be back, with my camera, to feel this special atmosphere through the seasons, through the year.
Do you want to come with me?