I have so many photos on my computer, uploaded from various cameras, that need to be posted in installments. The first installment? A photo tour of some typical Copenhagen Summer Sundays with your favorite Expat (at least second favorite? I'll settle for third, even).
First stop? My favorite Cafe, Cafe Plantagen.
I really need to explore more before I claim that this spot is really the best coffe in town (it's not)... but it was just close enough to my old apartment, and just cute enough (you can't tell from the outside, or this photo, rather) and situated well for sitting outside and people watching.
A fancier cappuccino than I usually prefer, but that Sunday, I went all out.
From my sidewalk seat, I spy a city bike with double baby carrying capacity. The top seat looks a little precarious. But still, pre-soccer-mom lust-worthy.
Every single Sunday I spent at this cafe, this man was always there, sitting in the same spot, watching passers by and smoking like a chimney. I always thought he was a rather pirate-y sort of fellow...
My suspicions were confirmed when one day he got up from his seat and, lo and behold, a fishing pole? No body of water in sight. A pirate! Absolutely absurd. I wonder what he's fishing for?
Pussy Galore's Flying Circus, a nearby restaurant. If you look closely, I swear there's an apparition of the Virgin Mary in the window.
Lookin' stylish outside of Pussy's.
One Sunday I went to the botanical gardens with a friend. Gorgeous! I thought parts of it looked a bit like Giverny. Ooolala!
Things don't quite look that like any more...
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