A trip to Copenhagen
Part 4: Pints in a Pub
Later, it's
cappucino time again, time to sit inside and look outside
again. It seems to be done a lot here, that's why the windows
are countless, they line the facades almost on end, and
mostly without curtain, inviting the light of the day inside,
opening the inside to the outside.
Something white
in the air catches my eye. I don't want to believe it. But
it's true, it's snow. Spring has begun three weeks ago,
but winter isn't over yet.
In warm jackets
we wonder through the evening, along a lake that leads to
Vesterbro, where we look for a restaurant. Oh the choice.
Greece? Italian? Some corners further: China. With a huge
aquarium and the usual dragons and buddhas. Perfect.
After Fish
Sweet and Sour and Chicken Curry, it's time for Irland,
for a Pub that serves beer with curious sounding names:
Hoegaarden, Boddington's Pub Ale, Smoothflow Tetley's Bitter.
"Do not hog additional barstools to rest your feet,"
a metal sign says. "True relaxation comes from inner
peace. Such as the
reassurance of drinking a pint."
Inside, there
is football playing, Arsenal loosing against Chelsea, Madrid
loosing against Monaco. Poetic justice in motion, a blue
Europe, or simply reason for another beer.
Outside,
in the snow, there is someone in shorts, jogging along the
lake. The last of the Wikings, probably.
Part 5:
Traversing Towers
