Day Thirtytwo - Jul 13, 2014

Copenhagen, DEN

High Point: Walking smack into Doc Houlind's New Orleans Band playing for free in central Copenhagen
Low Point: Not having the legs left for Tivoli. Next time.
Today's Antiquities: Designmuseum Danmark and its Wegner chairs, the David Collection's Islamic art, a Genghis-Khan-era horned helmet, Royal Copenhagen, the Radhus
Today's Weather: Overcast and intermittent rain, in the lower 60's
Tonight's Lodging: Laura's Flat
Touristic Events: The Designmuseum Danmark, the David Collection, free street jazz from Doc Houlind's New Orleans Band, Royal Copenhagen and the Radhus, an evening through Vesterbro
Travel Tip: The Designmuseum Danmark and the David Collection sit a short walk apart and both reward an hour. Pair them, skip Tivoli that day, and your legs will thank you by evening.

Daily Didactic

Our second Copenhagen day was a museum day, which is the only honest way to spend an overcast low-60s afternoon that keeps threatening rain. We came down Laura's five flights of walk-up (we are getting good at other people's stairs this trip) and found Laura and Theresa being exuberant in the courtyard about something we never quite got the details on. On the way out the gate we cheerfully failed to identify three things in a row: a building we were fairly sure was a church, a bit of street theater involving Todd and Cori and some imaginary machine-gun fire, and a bronze gentleman on a bronze horse whom we hope mattered to somebody. Our first real stop was the Designmuseum Danmark, which lives in a building that argues its own case before you reach the door. Inside was a Hans Wegner retrospective, chair after chair after chair by a man who apparently considered building just one chair a personal insult, plus a room of things that were not chairs and held up fine. Brian quietly took notes on one he intends to build, which is how that always goes. We crossed town to the David Collection, which does Islamic art seriously, and where a Genghis-Khan-era horned helmet stared back at us across a dark case. The walk home produced the day's actual high point: Copenhagen's own Doc Houlind and his band playing very serious New Orleans jazz, for free, a long way from New Orleans. Past Royal Copenhagen, past the Radhus, past a Tivoli our legs voted down for the day. Vesterbro and a sausage stand absorbed the evening, and the manual labor we'd passed in the morning was still underway and still looked like a very hard job.

Where we slept last night