Anyway. So we got our bags, navigated our way through (a) figuring out which of the several different types of ticket-purchasing machines would work, (b) buying two train tickets, and (c) finding the right train. And miraculously, given who we are, we got on the right train and made it easily to our destination, Central Station in Copenhagen -- ~15 minutes on the train from the airport.
|from the back -- where all the trains come into the station|
|such a magnificent building, with turrets, even|
|the front of our hotel -- Axel Guldsmeden|
|the lobby area -- furs for fancy lounging, I guess|
|a school across the street -- sturdy old Danish architecture|
|on the corner -- I'd have loved to see the lights atop that building lit up,|
but we never did
|bread too salty, and unusual whipped butter to start|
|we shared this cabbage, which sat atop mashed potatoes and was accompanied by parsley sauce|
(the small green blobs -- VERY good)
|a "medium plate" -- the best fish and chips I've ever had, and in the foreground|
that's some kind of mustard and horseradish accompaniment
|Marc's seared mullet, with radish ribbons on top and a lovage sauce, SO good|
The next morning we took a canal boat tour to give us the biggest bang for our buck, time-wise, and we're so glad we did. We got to see the highlights of the city -- the parts that front the canals, anyway -- and learn a bit about the place too.
|here's where we caught the boat -- such a leafy, beautiful place Copenhagen is|
|the new harbor, carved out by some king, which one I've forgotten by now|
|but he loved the look of Amsterdam, so that's what he went for|
|the spire there on the copper-topped building is made of four dragon's tails -- and this building|
(coincidence, they wonder?) has never burned down, unlike the one next to it which burned three times
|the drawbridge went up so that sailboat could come through, while we waited.|
|sudafed and a Tuborg to the rescue against my headache|
|the fancy new opera house, built and financed entirely by one rich guy who donated it to the city.|
it's enormous -- two football fields could fit on that roof, and it goes 5 floors below ground/water.
|and this is the new theater. When it opened, the first performance, quite appropriately, was Hamlet.|
|the queen lives in the dark-roofed mansion on the left, but I was interested in that domed roof beyond|
|that Deco-styled green building used to be the terminal for the ferry to Sweden, but since they built a bridge|
and tunnel, the building has been converted to hold restaurants.
|exalting one drug and crying out against another.|
|a big, fancy organ inside -- held aloft by a pair of elephants (??)|
|and you can see the church's spire from so many parts of town -- and if you're a different|
kind of person than we are, you can also climb the stairs that spiral it, to the top
|there it is, next to Det Ny Teater|
|Marc's grilled tuna steaks, beautifully prepared|
|And mine -- and gosh, I wish I were eating it right now! Goat cheese and olive tapenade in phyllo, and then a|
spread of perfectly cooked vegetables, with some cold cucumbers and radishes for contrast. SO good.
As we were going to sleep, there were fireworks going off in the neighborhood of the hotel for some reason we don't know. The next morning we were up and out for the train to the airport, Copenhagen to Toronto to New York. Travel days themselves are rarely fun, and that one was no exception, though nothing truly horrible happened -- and our luggage arrived with us, a newly appreciated treat.
So I learned that I really love Copenhagen, which was a surprise. It's such a beautiful city, filled with lovely people who love to bike no matter the weather. There were a great many homeless people begging, I hadn't expected that. And of course it was expensive (though no match for Norway, nothing could be). We had two cinnamon rolls and one cup of coffee for $35, just to give an idea.
This is one of my favorite things about traveling, the way you can find new places to love.