a charming fishing village, beautiful gardens, and expensive? food
11.08.2016 - 30.08.2016 67 °F
Maureen and I spent the equivalent of ~$85 each on dinner last night. That’s kinda high for what we had, but it got me to thinkin’. The cost of food here and in Iceland is higher than in the US true, but we Americans are damn spoiled. We spend less on food (as a percentage of all expenditures) than any other country in the world. That means sticker shock for us when a ½ sandwich and a 10 OZ Tuborg for lunch costs $20. (It was a very good ½ sandwich, by the way). I think some perspective is called for. We flew all the way here and hired a private guide, I think it is a bit hypocritical to worry about food costing 10% more than what we’re used to. So I don’t. So there.
A bit more touring today, first stop: the little fishing village of Dragor. Dragor has been around for hundreds of years, but the buildings now standing were built in the 1800s. Today it is blocks and blocks of cobblestone cuteness with an honorable past. It was from here that many of the 7000 Jews who were smuggled to Sweden during the war were transported in whatever floating vessel the Danes could find. They are proud of this chapter of their history and while listening to the story, I too was moved.
After wandering around there for a bit, we piled into the bus and headed for Amalienborg Museum which contains rooms furnished as they were when various royals inhabited the palace. We flew through there to keep on schedule. That was fine with me. All I really recall was so much clutter of pictures and books and too many pieces of furniture. I think the royals were hoarders.
The last stop was Tivoli Gardens. I had heard of it but had no idea what was in store for me. Tivoli Gardens is an amusement park in beautiful gardens. Amusement parks are not my thing (any more), but the gardens were unbelievable. Janet, Carol and I wandered around for a few hours and had a passable lunch at a beer garden.
Since the sun was out, we went back to our rooms to shed a layer and an umbrella and took off again to wander the streets of Copenhagen. We put in about six miles walking all over the town. Not all of that was intentional as we were a bit lost on the way back to the hotel. One thing for sure, it is Pride Week here, culminating in the Pride parade tomorrow. The streets are packed, stages are going up in the plazas, and rainbow flags are everywhere. I am so sorry to have to miss that.
We had a big dinner at a French restaurant this evening. I am not at all sure that I will fit in the clothes I brought if I keep this up. For one thing, I’ve been eating heavy meals, but for another – I’m in Denmark, hello! Ever heard of Danish pastries?
Packing up tonight to go to Oslo in the morning. I’m tired but it has to be done.