As a born and bred Scandinavian, I must shamely admit that I’ve never been in Copenhagen. That is, before last week. It was gloriously relaxing few days to be spent with my eldest, who, like all Danish school children as well, had his autumnal leave.
Copenhagen turned out to be a beautiful city packed with surprises. Should you enjoy art, design, decorating, theatre, royals or one particularly famous manufacturer of tiny, colourful play blocks, the place is yours. We spent the days wondering around the city centre, filling us up with lovely ice cream, interesting architecture, royal museums and Lego pick-a-brick stores. I realized just the value of such stimulation, when my son drafted a day schedule:
- visit the armoury museum (big cannons)
- eat more ice cream
- visit the pick-a-brick store again
- buy some aftershave
Okay, the last one might have been a bit exaggerated for a ten-year-old, but the others were great. Behind the Christiansborg Castle (the Danish parliament) lies a hidden gem; an armoury museum with some interesting pieces showing mainly the past Danish war history. There was also a small exhibition on Danish soldiers in Afghanistan, which put the visitor in the middle of the current international affairs, i.e. walking in a soldier’s shoes at the war-ridden place. Needless to say both the ten-year-old and myself were quiet when emerging back to the sunny street outside.
Besides the bespoke ice cream, Copenhagen filled us with everyday beauty. The Danes really know how to carve their names in design. I explored the furniture shops as well as fashion ones and was amazed to see the quality and innovative atmosphere everywhere. My favourite maker’s, Georg Jensen, flagship store was heaven. We admired the famous Daisy-brooches, expensive silver items and funnier forms. I was thrilled to leave the shop with a small package in tow. On my desk sits now a bowl made of sterling. In it are few pinecones the children picked for me on their day off. Everyday beauty all mine.
The world-famous block maker was surprisingly fun as well. Being an accomplished builder, my son stashed the stacks for some particular blocks needed for his constructions. So important the task, we found ourselves engaged in conversation with Lego’s representative, who assured us they would go out in any measure to find the needed bricks for the builder. Lucky us.
Unfortunately, few things still remained hidden in Copenhagen. I didn’t meet queen Margrethe II. Which would have been nice; to talk about art. We have so much in common, obviously. And to see the Louisiana-museum. And to investigate more of the former princess of Denmark’s footprints around the city; after all, she did grow up to become the Empress of all Russia. And to eat in Noma, world’s best restaurant. My son preferred the Hard Rock Café, so I missed that one. As the list gets longer, I might be on my way to plan the next trip – to the very same place.