The old gate facing the sea shows us towards the barracks in the fortress.

Through the worn stone gate, history unfolds, like a timeless tale written in stone and cobblestone. The portal, with its weathered arches and rusty bolts, has seen generations of soldiers, traders and travelers pass by. Its faded colors and peeling plaster bear witness to centuries of weather, wind and human hands touching it.
 The sun casts its golden rays through the opening, painting the barracks in a warm light and drawing the gaze inward, towards the heart of the fortress. The old buildings stand there, proud and timeless, with their red-tiled roofs and white windows looking out over cobblestone paths.
 The path that winds from the gate bears footprints from a distant past – a path that has led many through this opening, from busy soldier lives to quiet evenings with their gaze turned towards the sea.
 Outside the gate lies the fjord, its waves once filled with ships and sails, while inside lies the protective arms of the fortress, a place where history and present meet in eternal balance. The old gate still stands as a guardian, a reminder of the strength of the past and the endless flow of history.