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One of the great things about Copenhagen is you can ride a bike anywhere. There are no hills, and the streets have great bike lanes. The downside is when you get caught in a rain storm. I took today’s photo at the Carlsberg Brewery (in Frederiksberg) while waiting for the rain to let up. It didn’t, and I eventually had to head out through the storm. I got drenched, but it was still a good day.
Copenhagen is a series of seemingly never-ending five and six story apartment buildings. From the street you would never know that inside them all exist a courtyard or common area for the residents. Today’s photo is of the courtyard in my second apartment in Copenhagen (2011). There would typically be a family or two barbecuing in this location on most evenings.
I slept a bit for the last leg from Amsterdam to Copenhagen, but I think it was mostly clouds until Denmark. Today’s first photo is of the east coast of Denmark and a bit of the water between Denmark and Sweden.
We had a nice aerial view of the Oresund Bridge, linking Denmark to Sweden, just before landing.
The view from my apartment looking out the windows to the left…
… and to the right.
I just got word on my flat in Denmark this summer. I requested something in the city center this time, but nothing was available for a decent price so I’ll be in Frederiksberg again. The place is actually very close to where we stayed three summers ago. Last time we were a bit south of the Forum Metro Station. This time I’ll be a little to the north of the same station on Worsaaesvej (a street name I can’t pronounce, like every other street in Denmark).
These photos of the place were sent to me. Looks like I get to sleep with Hello Kitty.
If you’ve been reading this blog since the beginning you are probably wondering how I have gone through over forty blog entries on Denmark without mentioning Danishes (as in the pastries). Well, we didn’t ignore them even if I haven’t brought them up yet. In fact, we probably had almost one a day.
What we in the states refer to as “Danishes” is called “wienerbrod” here. I had one before each class on campus at the Copenhagen Business School canteen that was simply divine. I never got tired of “my Danish” or tried a different variety. It was simply perfect in every way. This Danish of mine didn’t necessarily look any different from those in the states, but it tasted much better. The croissant-like edges melted in my mouth and the jam was unlike anything I’ve had before.
The above photograph is of my kids in the pastry shop just around the corner from our Frederiksberg apartment. They enjoyed the cookies as well as the pastries, and, as you can see, could become quite transfixed by the sight of them.
The shop owner, above, assembled our choices as our mouths watered in anticipation.
I miss Denmark.