Monday in Marstrand
In each port, excursions (at an additional cost) had been arranged. We seldom signed up for excursions, preferring to be on our own in exploring the town. Because the cruise was undersubscribed, sometimes there was difficulty reaching the minimum number needed for the excursion to run, and it would be canceled. In one port two excursions were offered; when the one we'd selected was eliminated, we quickly jumped onto the alternative.
It was a pretty place, though, and we chose not to return to the ship for lunch; instead, we stopped at a local fish and chips stand and lunched at the waterfront. While we were eating, we saw a sight that reminded us of someone we'd left at home.
What to do with Blackberry was had been a major consideration as we planned for our trip. Fortunately, our good friend Bill actually asked if he could keep him, and we were delighted to accept this lovely offer. We didn't see a lot of dogs in Scandinavia, and most of the ones we did see were small, whitish, fluffy ones.
Here are some random shots of Marstrand:
Without a map of the place, we made a few false starts at finding the way out, but eventually we found ourselves back at the entry way. We told the woman at the desk what had happened, and reached for our kroner to pay the cost of admission. She laughed and graciously said, "Well, maybe I don't know that this happened!" and sent us on our way. I did not take the above photo of the fortress, but I did take the ones that follow.
And Joe took this one: