Bryggen and the Hanseatic wharf — Walk the front of Bryggen along the quay, then slip into the timber passages behind it — a warren of leaning walls, worn plank floors and iron tie-rods holding 18th-century houses upright on medieval foundations. The Hanseatic Museum and the Schøtstuene assembly rooms show how German merchants ran the dried-cod trade from here for centuries, living in cold, fireless rooms above their stockfish. It is a working street of shops and studios now, but the fabric is the real thing, rebuilt plot-by-plot after each of the fires that repeatedly swept the wharf.
Up the mountain on the Fløibanen — From a station just behind the fish market, the Fløibanen funicular climbs in a few minutes to the top of Mount Fløyen, ~320 metres above the town, for the classic view down over Bryggen, the harbour and the islands. At the top there are forest trails, a café, goats grazing in summer, and paths that lead on for hours across the ridge. Fit walkers can climb up and ride down, or hike the ridge to the higher Ulriken and take the cable car back — the "7-mountain" traverse in miniature.
A fjord trip from the harbour — Bergen is the launch pad for the western fjords, and the water leaves straight from the centre. The most popular is the "Norway in a Nutshell"–style loop east to Flåm — train up over the mountains, the steep Flåm railway down, and a boat through the narrow UNESCO Nærøyfjord — but shorter express-boat fjord cruises run to the Osterfjord, Mostraumen and the Hardangerfjord too. Whichever you take, the point is the same: sheer green walls, waterfalls, and mirror water an hour from the fish market.
Grieg, the fish market and the town's own culture — Bergen is Edvard Grieg's city, and his lakeside villa and composing hut at Troldhaugen, just out of the centre, run summer concerts in a purpose-built hall over the water. Back in town, the fish market at the harbour head is half tourist theatre, half real trade — buy a paper tray of prawns or a bowl of fiskesuppe and eat it looking at the boats. The KODE museums along the lake hold Munch, Astrup and the Norwegian romantics; the compact centre puts all of it within a short walk.
Wooden Bergen after the rain — The city is one of the wettest in Europe, and it wears it well. When the rain lifts, walk the near-vertical painted lanes of the Fjellsiden hillside and the Nordnes peninsula, where whole quarters of small timber houses survived the fires — washing lines, cats, hydrangeas and the smell of wet wood and salt. Bergensers are unbothered by weather; buy an umbrella, embrace it, and the low grey light turns out to suit the place.