Copenhagen has been dark and wet for eternity and I have not really felt like cycling. Instead I have been strolling around my own neighbourhood with its Turkish shawarma joints, Arab supermarkets and hipster coffee shops in the gloomy afternoon. But yesterday, after a very cold night it was all light - acidulous, painful light. I took on my shades, grabbed my bike and cycled to the inner city to buy tea.
Rosenborg - Castle of Roses - and in front the field before the barracks where her Majesty's Guard resides.
The German Reformed Church.
New- and old-square separated in middle by the pedestrian street called Strøget. Down in the corner you can see the Copenhaden city court looking like a Greek temple, one of the most beautiful building from the neo-classical epoque. There are quite a few buildings in this style in this part of the city as much of it burned when the British bastards terror bombed us in 1807.
Reflections in the windows of the house on the opposite side of the street.
The old country archive on Nørrebro
Borups alle - with its winter-cropped trees