What an unimaginary, obvious name... But there is a story. This is also from the area called Haga, the first part of the town outside its walls, inhabitated by rather poor people - then, not anymore. It was thought to be torn down, it was forbidden to repair these houses for decades! So no wonder many were after all in so bad condition they could only be torn down.

But the story... I was walking there, and photographing. A man walked by, commented something. Asked if i wanted to see the oldest and finest inner yard of the area, there is much to photograph. Of course i wanted. He worked for the town, he opened a locked gate to the yard and let me in. :)