I took a trip to Copenhagen this weekend, to spend Saturday-Sunday with my dear sweet friend Eva-Britt, who borrowed an apartment in Nørrebro from a friend out travelling.I arrived just in time for lunch, and once we were full, we went out for a walk. First stop Jægersborggade – we ambled up and down, revelling in marvellous window displays, as well as visiting some of the odd shops along the street. Den Sidste Dråbe wasn’t one of them, but I couldn’t resist capturing their shop sign, because surely “The last drop” is a great name for a liquor store!
[jeg er ikke et Hunde Toilet… Tak Hellere ikke mig = I am no dog toilet… me neither, thanks]Then we walked to Assistens Kyrkogård (cemetary) – oh so beautiful! I was awestruck by these stunning Japanese maples – displaying the most vibrant of colours!
Eva-Britt managed to find her way back to the most magnificent of beech trees ever, that she had come upon at a previous visit to the cemetary – and wow. The energy, and power of this tree! If ever there was an ent, this is the one!
On route to the burial site of Søren Kierkegaard we came across the Russian cemetery, where the destiny of Nikolaj von Gersdorff moved our hearts:
Den sidste Gersdorff av Marselisborglinien. Rejst av venner
[The last of the Gersdorff’s of the Marselisborg line. Erected by friends]We ambled on towards and along Blågårdsgade, before turning our noses in the direction of home.
[Vil du ikke være sød at parkere din flotte jernhest på den anden side af gaden? = Would you please park your grand iron horse on the other side of the street?]
After almost 10 kilometer we landed on the sofa, with some cheese, olives, red wine and intense conversation. In all manners possible – a tonic for the soul, especially the conversations. Having a friend who know’s me as well as Eva-Britt, who’s been my friend for a bit more than twenty years – that is truly a gift.
[Ingen er en god politiker = Nobody is a good politician
Ingen ved hvordan du har det = Nobody know’s what it’s like for you
Ingen vet hvad der skal til = Nobody know’s what it takes
STEM PÅ INGEN = VOTE FOR NOBODY]After waking up on Sunday morning, we took our time, ate breakfast, talked, laughed and finished off the left-overs from lunch the day before, before I walked to the main train station to get on the train home. We’ll be doing this again, count on it!