I found a hotel nearby and got a small corner room for one night at 110 Euros. It was OK and centrally located. After dropping off my stuff, I made a quick plan using the book and walked all the way from Hotel Danmark to the Little Mermaid statue and then to the central market and a beautiful park. I passed through Stroget on the way and saw Nyhavn and the impressive square nearby called Kongens Nytorv.
Then, I had a good meal at Amadeus on the way back--duck salad and fish, followed by sorbet for dessert. I walked through the market area on the way back, but it had been shut down for the day.
Back at the hotel I watched Danish TV shows. One memorable show was about a Danish sculptor whose works I later saw at the Statens Museum for Kunst. He chose bizarre subjects: a skeleton copulating with a woman, snarling dogs having sex and devouring each other, human heads in different states of distortion, a man passionately embracing a skeleton--disturbing stuff. [The sculptor was Jørgen Haugen Sørensen]
The other show was a documentary by a socially active European filmmaker who was in America to introduce the Grand Wizard of the KKK to apoplectic black Mississippians--he was unbelievably naive. I also saw a brief interview days before with a Danish female architect who I saw on a poster at the airport just now.
My last day was good. The breakfast at the hotel was OK, and I had a good latte in a trendy part of town, with a couple of long walks through the park and over Kongens Nytorv bridge.
When I changed my money, I had to fob off a torn 100 Kroner note by purchasing iced tea first. Then I cashed out my Euros and Kroner at negative 10 percent. 558.50 Kroner = $100 USD. 754.36 Kr = 100 Euros minus the 10 percent. Oh well.
Before I left, I saw the stork fountain on the Stroget street and the beautiful Opera house on the water.
The museum today was just OK, so I blew through it (the permanent collection is free) but its new wing is impressive--a white simple square with a concave window area below. It's very nice and surprisingly, it fits well with the old building. Finally, I checked out and made it to the airport.
I made the absolute most of it and loved it all. Now it's time to go home to renew my lease in Seattle before I get a job...or not. I may just keep going.
While watching BBC world news in the airport at gate C33, I saw demonstrations in Istanbul due to an Islamic fundamentalist's candidacy. Reporters said it occurred at a large central square which had to be either Taksim or in between the two mosques [it was probably in Ankara].
In Poland, there are two national holidays this week. I bet it is crazy for E--- at the Saski in Krakow. B--- and M---are raking in the dough during the busy season in Venice with V---'s and F---'s help while the ghost of Henry James is having a Cappuccino nearby. Cute, blond and brunette Swiss ladies are sitting alone waiting to be talked to at another hotel, and in Istanbul, someone is sleeping in the Sultan's bed! The Sultan is not pleased! Off with his head...and bring his wife to me.
