Norsk Folkemuseum

After leaving the city hall, we took a bus from in front of the National Theater to the Folkemuseum. On the way we passed one of the many tiny cars that can nose into half (or less) of a parking place.

We also passed a good-sized marina, an affluent neighborhood, and the place where the prince lives (THE prince, not the formerly known as...) which is also a farm.

When we got to the museum a bit early, we walked around the still-closed museum grounds and discovered a film crew in full action. They were in the city area of the outdoor area, near a 30's vintage gas station. Before I could get any autographs or even find out what was up, it was time for my appointment.