Little Mermaid and Walking Around Christianshavn

Posted on October 22, 2016 by Elizabeth

This is post #8 of our 2016 Copenhagen-Stockholm trip: Tuesday, August 16, 2016.

After an afternoon rest, we decided to use Uber to get to the Little Mermaid, as it was not near any Metro, nor bus lines that we could decipher (I hadn’t yet found that Metro map). When we talked with Shergo, our driver, we found out he was a student (immigrant) and was being paid to go to school, plus $1000 dollars per month. I wonder if the Swedish government knows he’s driving Uber in his spare time instead of studying. Sweet and sublime, perched on a rock by herself…

…and a multitude of her closest friends. I understand that this scene is repeated often, and when the tide is out the tourists get in a long line to pose right beside her rock, which means you could never get a photo of her unless you were in line, waiting to pose with her too. Ah, tourists. We are a funny lot.The statuette industry was out in full force, too.We walked on, away from that site.

And now we are strolling tourists, walking through sections of the city we’ve not seen before. The light has a beautiful quality–that golden light right before the sun starts to set, which makes all the colors richer.

Monument to those who fought bravely: this is an explosive mine, used in the harbor. This park was the site of the Danish Resistance to the Third Reich and the Nazis, and is named Churchillen Park, after Mr. Churchill. We walked on, heading for Christianshavn.

Decorative building wall.

The fountain drew us in, and we enjoyed the view of the Copenhagen Opera House:

After spending a few mintues here, we noticed what was across the street:

That dome in the back is the Marble Church, behind the plaza for Amalienborg Palace. We heard the clicking of steps and the calls of a marching group of soldiers and went to watch the changing of the guard.

Yeah, apparently I was standing inside their marching lane and had to quickly get out of the way.

They did this interesting face to face thing, and we supposed that they were reporting in on any weirdo tourists lurking about, or other matters of state.On the side of each guard box/tube is a small cut-out heart. This place is so charming.

We found Nyhavn again, but turned left up and over the pedestrian bridge, apparently pretty new and…

…into Christanshavn, not really knowing where we were going, but trying to check another thing off the tourist list. Yes, that really is a rhinosaurus head strapped to the car. It appeared to be some sort of art project, though. Not real.

The pub across the street with a figure near the door that looked like a cross between Angelina Jolie/David Bowie with impossibly high cheekbones. We never could figure out what gender the figure was, but s/he looked like a visitor from across the River Styx. When we were walking around we loved seeing this steeple of Vor Frelsers Kirke, but we were there too late to enter the church or climb that spiral tower.

One of the oldest streets in Copenhagen, we enjoyed seeing the half-timbered front of the houses.

Yes, it’s does say 1765 over that doorway.

Since Dave wasn’t feeling well we decided to jump on the Metro and take it back to our neck of the woods. This wasn’t grafitti, but decor painted on the walls. We liked how the sunlight seemed to be steam coming out of the iron (on the upper right of the photo).Here’s another rendition of that hollyhock by the doorway, signs that we were almost back to our hotel. Dave went right up to our room, but I said I was going to go and get something to eat. I tried the pizza place from the first night and it was jammed. I guess Tuesdays are popular nights to hang out. So I found another pizza place that baked some pizza-dough-like bread and put in a couple of thin slices of ham, sliced tomatoes and a wad of lettuce. I took it back to the room, removed the wilted lettuce and enjoyed the rest. We spent a quiet evening, getting some rest, letting Dave practice his presentation for the next day.

My Attempt to Find Chocolate and Brave the Transit System

Posted on September 8, 2016 by Elizabeth

This is post #7 of our 2016 Copenhagen-Stockholm 2016 trip.

Tuesday morning I had my passport, my receipts from the Marimekko store (for my VAT refund) and the idea that I would find chocolate at the Magasin store, and so I descended into the Metro station, determined to figure this out. I was in the elevator with a nice young woman and her buggy-with-a-baby, and she explained it all to me as we descended. Which went really well, until she said, “to get on, you just swipe your pass here,” and indicated the place, only I had no pass. She smiled and I waved good-bye as I went up one flight of stairs to the convenience shop, which I’d been told would sell me a ticket.

Nope, so I went up one more level to find the ticket machine, where I had my escapade mentioned in the last post. But finally getting my ticket, I went back downstairs three levels and got on the nice shiny new Metro car and went one stop to the Magasin Department Store, which is kind like our Nieman Marcus, or equivalent, I guess. When I got out, it was raining –or– misting very heavily, and of course, the forecast said no rain, so my umbrella was at the hotel.

I always check for earrings, or some other costume jewelry to purchase, but all they had was real gold and real silver, so I asked where the VAT refund was and they said top floor. I found the place, but there was a line. I’d read somewhere that you have to take a ticket whenever you stand in line, so I grabbed one from the ticket dispenser and waited my turn.

It was all for naught, as apparently there are two VAT refund companies at work in Scandinavia and the one Marimekko used was not the one that could refund money at this place. But I could show it at the airport, she said, which sounds great until you’ve done it once, and I had, so I realized that I’d just donated to their tax-dollars-at-work system. But I could investigate the chocolate!

The chocolate, according to the woman I met at Nyhavn, was in the basement, which was under construction, but I found the rows of shelves, and immediately started to try to calculate the prices. The bars at the top run about $14 and the one at the bottom is $17. I found a young woman to help me, and she steered me to Guld Barre, the ones at the top of the post. They were around $1.50–much more affordable.

I was going to walk on further, but because of the rain and the anxiety about finding my way around the Metro and their convoluted ticketing system for tourists, I decided to head on back to the hotel. I could buy a 24-hour pass, but the price was around $20 and I didn’t think it would be cost-effective, given that the bulk of the area I was going to move in was away from the two Metro lines.

It wasn’t until I found this map (full-size here, in case some else can use it) that I began to survive the Copenhagen Metro system. I downloaded it onto my phone and continually pinched it larger to navigate around town. But for now, I just wanted to head home.

My ticket was good for one full hour anywhere on the system, so I descended three levels below and waited in their nifty little place for you to wait: tucked inside that line where it says “Vent” (which means “Wait). And of course, the doors line up perfectly with the dots. I was supposed to meet Dave back at the hotel, but when I came out, I saw this:

I knew what Stof meant: fabric! Since the sun was now shining, I took that to be a sign, so I went in and explored. It was on two levels, small, with similar fabrics on the second floor as on the first, with variations.I purchased a half-meter off two of these rolls of cotton. “Small suitcase,” I explained to the woman, when she asked “only a half-meter?” and who was most helpful. I also purchased some buttons, shown here in their tubes (right).

When we met up again, Dave showed me this great snapshot of a man carrying chair on his bicycle, snapped while Dave was walking back to the hotel.We went over the Food Hall and gazed at the sandwiches. We ended up with three: the potato/onion/crispy onions (above), the roast pork with watercress, bacon and berries (below), and… …roast beef with shredded horseradish, crispy onions and mustard pickles as well as dill pickle slices. We sauntered over to the chocolate that I’d seen before: filled chocolate frogs.When I asked the saleswoman “why frogs?” she just shrugged her shoulders and said, “We see them a lot in Spring.” I translated this to mean “I have no idea–they are just what they are.”Across the way was this small shop: Summerbird, with its chocolate-enrobed almonds. They let us try a few, and we liked the mint the best. It’s coated in rhubarb powder to make it pink. The lemon and the chocolate frogs came home with us. Time for a break, so Tuesday afternoon found us trying to ignore all the sounds outside our open windows, while catching a few minutes of sleep, a tourist’s prerogative.

Street Level Sights

Posted on September 3, 2016 by Elizabeth

This is post #6 of our 2016 Copenhagen-Stockholm trip.

I can’t resist it any longer. Here are all the manhole covers we saw in Copenhage and Stockholm. Just to give this a lofty air, manhole covers date back to ancient Rome and were made of stone. There’s even been several books written about them; one title is “Drainspotting.” Clever.

Look carefully at this one. . . and then the next one.

It’s one of Hans Christian Andersen’s stories “The Brave Tin Soldier.” In the lower manhole cover, he is in the water (remember he only had one leg) about to be eaten by the great fish. I don’t know what happened to the top manhole cover, but the tin soldier is missing. Obviously these are from Copenhagen, Denmark.

Another grand symbol of Denmark was the Elefantordenen, or “Order of the Elephant,” a royal order to which a limited number of people can belong. (I guess one has to die before another can be added.) And upon the death of that Knight of the Order of the Elephant, they have to return their insignia; however, there are two exceptions: one is in Paris in a museum, and the other is on display at Dwight Eisenhower’s presidential library. I’m guessing that’s why there are elephants all over this cover, found near Rosenberg Slot (castle). I’d been reading about an artist that is one of Copenhagen’s native sons, Poul Gernes, and he seemed to grab circles out of the air and put them into his art. When I saw this, and a few hundred other dotty motifs in Copenhagen, I could see where his art was coming from. Here’s one example, a poster from his exhibit at the Louisiana Museum of Modern Art (another one of those things I wish I could have gone to):

I was sitting beside sleeping Dave, trying to shake off his illness, browsing Things to Do in Copenhagen, and found news of this exhibit. I then did multiple searches on him, finding his quiltish motifs irresistible, like visual catnip.

Here’s some of his works installed at the Louisiana, a complicated train ride away.

How do I know that it’s complicated? That morning, when I’d tried to buy a Metro ticket to the Magasin Department Store, a couple from Italy showed me their paper with the directions (train connections) out to the Louisiana, written in English. So I tried to help them. They had a credit card, and it appeared that this machine would accept it (that was our problem in the airport–the machine “didn’t like the card” according the to man helping us, so we had to try a different machine). So that morning, the Italians (the woman spoke very limited English) and I selected what we thought was the ticket, only it didn’t like that, and cancelled the selection, without any information about why. We tried again, but now it showed they were buying four tickets, not two, and we couldn’t find a way to have it be just two tickets. Of course, there is not an agent in sight, only a line-up of tourists behind us.

So I tried buying my ticket, which went through, and now which creates another problem. Once you buy a ticket, you have one hour to use it or lose it, so now the clock is ticking for me. I turn to the couple behind me, who were from Britain, explained the situation and they took over, as I scampered down three flights of stairs to catch my train. So when another day presented itself to head out to the Louisiana, I’m afraid I chickened out. I found out only LATER, that at my station, upstairs, before you even go to the train-ticket-buying level (which is NOT the same level as the train-taking-level) there is a person there who can help. I guess I just didn’t want to be that far away from Dave.

Now back to the manhole covers.

This one is from Tivoli Gardens, as the motifs on the upper left and lower right are the main entry gate, shown below:

I think UPONOR does sewer, drainage sort of things, but I did love the way the cobblestones are set in a circle around this one.

And to further enrich this post, here is a section from Wikipedia that bears re-reading:

The question of why manhole covers are typically round (in some countries) was made famous by Microsoft when they began asking it as a job-interview question. Originally meant as a psychological assessment of how one approaches a question with more than one correct answer, the problem has produced a number of alternative explanations, from the tautological (“Manhole covers are round because manholes are round.”) to the philosophical.

Reasons for the shape include:

A round manhole cover cannot fall through its circular opening, whereas a square manhole cover may fall in if it were inserted diagonally in the hole. The existence of a “lip” holding up the lid means that the underlying hole is smaller than the cover, so that other shapes might suffice. (A Reuleaux triangle or other curve of constant width would also serve this purpose, but round covers are much easier to manufacture.)
Round tubes are the strongest and most material-efficient shape against the compression of the earth around them, and so it is natural that the cover of a round tube assume a circular shape.
A round manhole cover has a smaller surface than a square one, thus less material is needed to cast the manhole cover, meaning lower cost.
The bearing surfaces of manhole frames and covers are machined to assure flatness and prevent them from becoming dislodged by traffic.
Round castings are much easier to machine using a lathe.
Circular covers do not need to be rotated to align with the manhole.
A round manhole cover can be more easily moved by being rolled.
A round manhole cover can be easily locked in place with a quarter turn (as is done in countries like France), which makes them hard to open without a special tool. Lockable covers do not have to be made as heavy, because traffic passing over them cannot lift them up by suction.

Honestly, I’ve never thought about why they are generally round (some are not), but I just enjoy them when I see them!

An Evening Stroll to Nyhavn

Posted on August 31, 2016 by Elizabeth

This is post #5 of our 2016 Copenhagen-Stockholm trip.

Monday afternoon, I meet Dave at the hotel and we head out the back way to dinner. This bright pink hollyhock is by a stoop, and I think I photographed it everyday. We head down Nansesngade Street, turn right on Vendersgade, walking towards Torvehallen, the Food Hall.We ended up here and after ordering at the counter (they have a limited selection), they handed us our utensils and napkins in these paper bags and we found an empty spot (most tables are shared).They brought our salad with our meal. We shared everything (how could we not?).

Roast chicken au jus with corn on the cob.

Roast potatoes sprinkled with fleur de sel: a winner. The buttery juice underneath had whole cloves of cooked garlic floating in it. Dave said these reminded him of the time we were in Lyon, buying food at the street market (marche); the rotisserie chicken sellers would rack up their birds, letting the juices drip down below to a catch basin, which was full of potatoes, being basted by the chicken drippings and juices. Agree.This was porchetta (stuffed pork chop) with those delectable tomatoes on a vine that you can find in Europe, but not so much where I live. The tomatoes were lightly cooked, so they were warm and juicy, but not mush.

About halfway through the meal, two young women join us at our (communal) table. Usually, because of the language barrier, it still feels private, as we are speaking English and whoever is next to us is speaking the language of the country. While that was still true here, I realize that in Denmark (and found this again to be true in Sweden), just about everyone is fluent in English, so our veil of privacy is dropped. I am careful about what I say in public because of this.El Mercato’s tables under their umbrellas.

Now that we have been here a day, we are starting to get familiar with the little touches, like these winged bird balustrades alongside the steps leading down from the street. We head out the back of Torvehallerne, turn right on Fredericksborgade, and arrive at the Metro station. (If you thinking typing the names of the streets is tough, try saying them.)The bicycles! This time we come at the mass from another angle and place; these bikes are all contained in a depression at the station, perhaps to keep them corralled.We walk along the backside of Rosenborg Slot, where the guards maintain a walk back and forth from one guard post to another, the sweet little heart cut-out just visible. I never dare get too close, but it’s an interesting touch to have a heart on a guardhouse.Hans Christian Anderson’s profile on the street covers. Is this one water? Electrical? No matter–they have quite a collection of them. This older house has shifted: notice those crooked windows in the middle. We turn right on Gothersgade (does “gade” mean street?) and continue walking. I show Dave all the red brick buildings I saw earlier.

At the Kongens Nytorv square is another telephone box, but this time with different gilded designs. And ahead of us? Nyhavn, a 17th century “waterfront, entertainment district, and canal in Copenhagen, Denmark.” Dug by dug by Swedish prisoners of war in 1660, “it is a gateway from the sea to the old inner city King’s Square (Kongtens Nytorv), where ships handled cargo and fishermens’ catch. It was notorious for beer, sailors, and prostitution. Danish author Hans Christian Andersen lived at Nyhavn for some 18 years” (Wikipedia). All I know that it is on every To Do List for tourists who visit Copenhagen. Because Dave isn’t feeling well, we avoid the left side of the canal where it is mobbed with people, and instead walk on the right side, which we feel gives us better photos, anyway. We’re all about the photos. We bump into a jovial trio of women, who ask us where we are from (America? don’t we look like it?). Apparently two of the women have traveled in to meet the third woman, who lives here. She asks us how we like Copenhagen, and I say it’s great — except for the fact that I can’t find any decent chocolate.

Ah, she says. You need to go to Magasin, the big department store at Konger Nytorv. Go into the basement, and they have lots of chocolate. I make a mental note to do that tomorrow, as I also have to go there to get my VAT tax back from Marimekko.

We go back to strolling and realize that the lavender house on the left does angle out to the right as it moves back from the street, invading the space of the yellow building. At first I think it’s an optical illusion, but no. It really is all stretched out of shape.Nyhavn 17 is a restaurant, and I saw an earlier version at the Lego Store. The oldest house, number 9, dates from 1681. We rest on a #copenhagenbench, and enjoy the sight of the bicycles whizzing past us, as well as the reflection of the old buildings. Two young women whoosh by it, coming to a stop at the light to our right. I realize then that one young woman is on the bicycle seat, steering and pedaling, and her friend is behind her on the sturdy fender, holding down her short fluttery dress for her as they ride along, laughing at jokes that only young teens know. Time to head back to let Dave rest. We turn right on Havnegade, coming up at Holmens Kirke, a church built for Christian IV in 1619. Now as I sit here at home, writing this all up, I wonder, why didn’t we ever go inside that one? I’ve found many sights I want to see again, so I guess I’ll have to come here another time. See that twisty spire to the right of the church? That is on the steeple atop Boursen, the former stock exchange from the 17th century. It has four dragons with intertwined tails. We walk past the Parliament Buildings, up Kobmagergade Street, which turns into a pedestrian and shopping zone.When the sidewalk stars come out at night, and the planets begin to shine in shop windows, you know it’s time to go home.

Further Exploring on a Monday Afternoon in Copenhagen

Posted on August 30, 2016 by Elizabeth

This is post #4 of our 2016 Copenhagen-Stockholm trip.

Leaving the Vor Frue Kirke where the Christus is seen, I come upon another of Copenhagen’s signs. They seem to have these erudite quips all over the place, and in English, too. I complimented one young woman on her English, and she said “Well, we are a small country.” The juxtaposition of vulnerability, truth, defensiveness and the realities of America’s Might in the World (of one kind or another) was contained in her simple statement.

When I saw this window, I thought of my sister Susan, who regularly knits small sweaters for her grandchildren. Another friend, Susan in Australia, also came to mind as she is a superb knitter as well.

It was right around the corner from this passageway that cut through from the street where the Vor Frue Kirke is on, to a courtyard, to somewhere else. I didn’t follow it, but loved the ceiling (below)…

…and the rosette bricks.

I made my way down to the shopping street and this line-up of mannequins, all in clothes that didn’t remotely look like what I was seeing on the Danish women, told me I’d arrived. From my observation, most of those who looked like they belonged here wore neutral-toned clothing in somewhat boxy shapes, many with leggings and sandals. Comfortable, stylish clothes, not these fussy ones. I remarked to Dave that all a good Dane needed for her wardrobe was a simply cut jacket in an amazing fabric, with spectacular buttons. I walked up the street and noticed these two characters: a Poirrot and a man with white gloves and a cap. Not your usual tourist. It was a parade of a marching band of soldiers and a few dressed-up characters from Tivoli Gardens, leading everyone to. . . Tivoli Gardens, a short distance up the road. After they all passed by, there was, indeed, a crowd of people following them.

When I asked the guy manning the Lego Store doorway about this, he said it happened everyday at 4:30 p.m. Knowing the reputation for punctuality here, I don’t doubt it that it was exactly at half-past four. My guidebook said that the Lego shop had a special character, available only in Denmark, so I stopped in there to see what it looked like.However, the young man inside said there was no such character at all, perhaps only the Little Mermaid keychain (looked like a spinoff from Disney). I told him that two guidebooks that I’d read mentioned this special character, and really? there wasn’t one? He had this funny expression on his face when I said this and then he exclaimed, “So that’s why everyone asks me about this!” I guess the people in the shop didn’t know that it was printed in more than one place. Above is their rendition of Nyhavn, a street along a canal that I hadn’t seen yet. I purchased my Little Mermaid, and left.I came along to this (quilt patterns! quilt patterns!) and looked up to see the Fountain of the Three Storks.Okay. I know where I am now. I turned left at a big store, and walked up the street. Time to head home and I know it will take me a while, as there doesn’t appear to be any busses running through this section of town, which probably means no real Danes have a need to be over here in Touristland.I love the blankets at every table. (Quilt patterns! Quilt patterns!)I’m using the GPS on my phone to figure out where I am, as it seems to work even when I am offline. I recognize the half-timbered house as “old Copenhagen” construction.This is about the third little cafe I’ve seen where people are all outside having an afternoon drink and a snack. This is the top of that building next to the cafe. This whole area seemed to have a lot of red brick construction, with some using patterns in the brick.It’s not like other countries with painted front, stucco flourishes. Just sturdy red brick with a hint of ornamentation. Until I get to this. This is serious decoration, but I can’t find any information about this building, other than it was built in 1904.I turn and walk along the side of Rosenborg Slot (which is the name for Castle).This building faces the castle.Design is everywhere, even on posters at the Metro station.I’m out of the red brick neighborhoods, and back to my Belle epoche area.I finally have learned to come in the back way, instead of walking an extra block, up and around the hotel. That’s our room, by the lantern, where you leave the windows open all night long and never cool down and in the morning the smokers wake you up with their morning cigarettes. We’re learning to live with its quirks.