Sitting in my sofa, looking for where I wanted to go, norvegian Halden seemed like an unknown place, something new to explore. Maybe it was just too long ago since I was in school and in history lessons. Because as a matter of fact, it was in Halden were the swedish king Karl XII died, close to the Fredrikssten fortress which the Swedes were trying to take.

 

It was actually the fortress that attracted me, guarding the town from its height. And why not going on the singsong at Grensen? I finally decided not to go on the sing along evening. Visiting the fortress the day of the event, permitted me however to hear some of the preparations...

 

I surely had my dose of vicarious fear of heights that day. Often there were no protective fences and seeing a couple close to the edge, I just couldn't bear the sight and had to turn away. No need at all to fear for my own sake as my safe distance had a most comfortable margin... (beware of windy noice)

Pictures from inside the fortress

 

Then finally also some pictures from a walk through the town that I took on the afternoon of my arrival, and among others, the nice pigeon apartment building.