I’m very sorry but the tourist-friendly center of Copenhagen is much more attractive, serene, dreamy and gentle-vibey than…well, most cities in the States. A little bit of Munich, a touch of Prague.
It’s almost too chill here, in fact…too scenic, too storybook, too flooded with mellow. None or little of the noisy rough and tumble one associates with a vibrant city (although an anti-Israel demonstration is happening nearby as we speak).
The first thing I noticed as I exited the plane was the coolish early October weather. Rest assured Copenhagen is abundant with the usual peaked tile rooftops, cobblestoned streets, 19th Century architecture to die for, tens of thousands of healthy green trees, a typically magnificent metro system…everyone you speak to is gentle, open-hearted, at peace with the flow of things. Bicycles, bicycles, bicycles.
I haven’t slept much, of course (my SAS flight left JFK around 7:15 pm Saturday night), but I felt instantly charmed and am very happy to be here. Does that make me a schmuck, an easy lay, a pushover? So be it.
