Started our first Post-Bertel (PB) day in Copenhagen with a visit to the main train station and the downtown tourist info office. Jack and I got reserved seats on our train out of town; and all four of us got Copenhagen Cards. For the equivalent of 75 Euros, we pre-paid for three days worth of public transport, museum admissions, gardens, church admissions, canal tours, and more. I highly recommend it, if you visit. You can get 2 or more days, it starts when you use it for the first time and is good up until the same hour on the subsequent day for which you have purchased the card. Hardly anything is excluded from the Card, so it doesn’t take many bus or subway rides plus admission fees to begin saving money.
Wandered all around the downtown pedestrian walkway and canal areas, where the toney folks shop. Did some grocery shopping and ended the day with Ini fixing us a superb salmon dinner, with a beetroot salad, and boiled potatoes. What a feast!
Stacked bicycle parking!
Arrived late afternoon Monday and linked up with Ini and Lee right as we cleared customs. Puzzled about the metro system for a while, then puzzled some more about the self-serve kiosks for buying tickets. Just as our flight landed, it had begun to rain. As we got on the train, it began to pour.
We were quickly in our new neighborhood, and a very short trudge through the rain from the station landed us in our new apartment building. Our hostess, Lene and her daughter Sonya, arrived with the keys and instructions. What a spectacular apartment!
We wandered out for a coffee by the nearby lake, and wound our way back to the apartment through an ethnic neighborhood with wonderful vege markets on the street. We purchased some stuff for dinner and tomorrow’s breakfast, ate well, shared wine, and hit the sack early.
I’d tried to get a call through to Bertel, with whom we’ve arranged to meet on our second day, so he might steer us to the best “gotta-do’s” for which we have time, but something went awry and he didn’t get my messages. Last emails of the night were exchanged between us to set up a meet for the following AM at Mikael’s gallery (Galerie Mikael Andersen).
Here are some sights and sounds of our Copenhagen adventure so far (no pix from our short, rainy walks).
The money here is a challenge. Tried to purchase a bag of roasted almonds from one of the street vendors, but couldn’t work out what I was paying when he said it was 60 Kr. As it turns out, there are about fifteen of our cents for every kroner (kronen?), so those almonds would have been in the neighborhood of nine dollars. But getting a dinner bill over 900 Kr can take some of the joy out of a meal, I’ll tell you. It means a body carries a wad of pretty big bills around, too. And alcohol is EXTREMELY expensive. I won’t even disclose what we paid for a bottle of wine at dinner last night. Again, tends to take some of the delight out of a nice bottle of wine.