Wonderful Wonderful Copehagen
Rest day: km cycled zero
Breakfast in Euroglobe Hotel consists of a bread roll and salami and cheese slice laid out on little plates in an unattended hotel room. Most of the plates are now half eaten with marmalade smeared over the table clothes. We find some untouched offerings, the later arrivals are not as lucky.
Non lycra clothes on, and then out into the best cycling ciy in the world, sans bikes.
The bicycle in Copenhagen is king, everyone owns and rides one, and parks it anywhere on the street thanks to the ubiquotus kick stand and wheel lock. The bike paths run alongside the road with raised curves, traffic lighting systems, cycle right of way at junctions... all quite marvellous.
So on foot we trot through town off to the National Gallerey. Awesome Lindsay Seers exhibition, which Ali and I are quite enrapped by and misplace Phil who nips off to the hit the shopping/coffee.
Our next intended destination is the Kobenhavn's contempoary art gallery which we have carefully marked on our map.
We find the circled city square and traipze around looking for the gallery. Minimal signage; which on reflection Kobenghavn isn't very good at- budget blown on all the cycling provisions!
so around around we go. The people in the resturant must belive us quite peculiar (but this is nothing new). Confusion calls for a coffee stop. Refreshed we deduce the gallery is in fact the Church sat inside the square. Around the square again twice with all closed doors promising entrances around the other side and stating opening hours (and yes it should be open). Unsure if the gallery is actually a large conceptual piece then Alice's Flip flop snaps so we scuttle away to the safety of consumerism for a replacement.
It is our one month anniversary away from London and we have designated Traditional Danish as our celebratory supper, we await Philllipa at our preordained dinner meeting point.
Phil has been to a lovely coffee shop and been fed and watered for free so isn't actually that hungry...
Traditional Danish dinner is Smorbrod: the open sandwich. It's regrettably a little underwhelming after a month of sandwiches for cycling sandwich ladies. Nevermind I am convinced their Pastries will make up for this which we have yet to sample... soon.
Evening's closing in on the Saturdaz night and we have cycling and more art tomorrow so back to bed it is.
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