I spent the first couple of days in Copenhagen thinking it was just like Amsterdam:
Semi-dreary weather that fosters gezelligheid, I mean hygge…
Loads of bikes…
Snazzy design…
Common-sense outlook…
But some variations started to creep in, the more I looked around. The buildings were taller, pointier. The people weren’t taller, but they were pointier too, somehow. I walked past a shop selling leather harnesses, and it turned out they were for horses, not for bondage.
And the fast-food stands weren’t selling herring, but hot dogs with fantastically snappy skin.
And after a day of walking around with my friend S— and her family, it finally kicked in. I was in a new place! With all kinds of new and interesting things. I’m not sure what triggered it–maybe passing the Maersk shipping line headquarters (unsurprisingly boxy), or seeing the espresso stand on the promenade, built into one of those three-wheeled utility trucks.
Or it might’ve just been when I saw the Little Mermaid statue?
Thanks, Copenhagen–my mental map has just expanded further north.