copkt007

At the entrance to the Round Tower was a gilded inscription, a rebus. In a combination of pictures and words it beseeched "God, guide the learning and justice in the crowned King Christian the Fourth's heart".

Photo essay: Sunday in Copenhagen

Share/Save/Bookmark

 

copkt005

The concrete Milestone that commemorated the location of the old Eastern Gate of the city separated the extension of the same ordinary shops on a street where cars were allowed.

Photo essay: Sunday in Copenhagen

Share/Save/Bookmark

 

copkt002

Closer to the center of town there were some people on the move, almost all on bicycles. “Thirty two percent of transportation in Copenhagen is by bikes,” my taxi driver said. It was flat here.

Photo essay: Sunday in Copenhagen

Share/Save/Bookmark

 

copkt004

From my hotel on the edge of downtown, I strolled to the City Hall. Next to it, on the main street, there were green apples on the trees. A sculpture of Hans Christian Andersen showed him seated, holding a book of his fairy tales half open, and curiously looking up to the sky.

Photo essay: Sunday in Copenhagen

Share/Save/Bookmark

 

copkt003

There was water everywhere. Denmark has 5000 miles of coastline, the guidebooks said. Canals connected the inland areas in Copenhagen.

Photo essay: Sunday in Copenhagen

Share/Save/Bookmark

 

copkt001

We drove to Copenhagen on nearly empty roads. Beyond the shoulders of the road was green parkland, and beaches beckoned not far away.

Photo essay: Sunday in Copenhagen

Share/Save/Bookmark