Having spent the last 48 hours in Wonderful Wonderful Copenhagen, albeit most of them on a commercial set, I’ve come to the conclusion that as magical as this city is, I would make a pretty poor Dane.
1. I have had Wonderful Wonderful Copenhagen stuck in my head for weeks. I imagine this would continue for life.
2. Danes are happy all the time. Smiley and happy and nice and generally delightful. As my colleagues joked, “watch out–piss someone off and he might give you a stern look.”
3. Bikes. Everywhere. Grandparents riding bikes with kids in the back; students riding bikes with satchels jauntily flapping behind the; moms on bakfiets pushing adorable dads holding adorable babies. How the heck you supposed to have an excuse for not exercising when every single person in the entire town is riding around on bikes?
