we took a vote and we decided copenhagen is kick ass.the buildings - huge, elegant and clean.
the people - simply too handsome, pretty and friendly to cope with*.
the design - thoughtful, crisp and intelligent.
Kent is right about this. Everyone is just too damn beautiful,
with beautiful clothes, beautiful hair, beautiful groceries, beautiful sneezes. Bastards.
*Friendly to cope with? Kent: what the hell?
in fact, case in point on the people -
walked into a shop in the middle of the 'old' town. every shop you walk into, they say hello and 'let me know if i can be of assistance'. they say it in danish of course, and we had really no idea, until we would shyly say, 'sorry but do you speak english?'*
to which they all go, 'of course' and say that whole thing again so we can understand.
so anyway, this one little shop we go into, look around.
we say we like how they have 432 varities of spray paint you can buy, next to the t-shirts, sneakers and jumpers. they ask, 'oh, so where are you from, uk?'
'no, australia'
'oh!' excited and happy smiles ensue.
much talk of how wonderful australia is.
'have you got a map with you, for the city?' asks the dude.
'yeah', i whip it out.
let me show you all the best places to go,' he says, as he uncaps his ballpoint.
then he starts to explain all the cool parts of town.
turns out, our host at our apartment has already done this for us, with drawings and circles and underlines all over our map. but he confirms the places and tells us to go to the other shop of this company, where the owner, an artist, works and we should say hello to him.
then he gives us his card with name and phone number and says,
'if you need to call anyone, maybe you have an emergency, please feel free to call me.'**
nice.
fucking.
town!
*Kent does this in very calm fashion, with a "these are not the droids you are looking for" hand gesture. I stand there like a gimp and smile broadly and hope that they might just lapse into English. Which they eventually do, usually after Kent's Jedi mind tricks.
**This guy was amazing. So accomodating - it clearly didn't worry him that we clearly weren't interested in purchasing his wares, but was more interested in discussing the merits of Australians (yay us!) and how he wanted to start a business there, but missed his family too much (aaaw) - I have come to the conclusion that the Danish are so impressed that as Australians we have clearly travelled a long way to see their city, therefore we must be ok. Woot! I quote "just call me, I will do anything I can to help you." Kind of comforting to have a local look at our map and go "aaah, your host has already marked all the good stuff!" I think thus far, we have been super lucky!
again with the art nouveau/art deco vibe everywhere.
some excellent font work.
walked into a shop in the middle of the 'old' town. every shop you walk into, they say hello and 'let me know if i can be of assistance'. they say it in danish of course, and we had really no idea, until we would shyly say, 'sorry but do you speak english?'*
to which they all go, 'of course' and say that whole thing again so we can understand.
so anyway, this one little shop we go into, look around.
we say we like how they have 432 varities of spray paint you can buy, next to the t-shirts, sneakers and jumpers. they ask, 'oh, so where are you from, uk?'
'no, australia'
'oh!' excited and happy smiles ensue.
much talk of how wonderful australia is.
'have you got a map with you, for the city?' asks the dude.
'yeah', i whip it out.
let me show you all the best places to go,' he says, as he uncaps his ballpoint.
then he starts to explain all the cool parts of town.
turns out, our host at our apartment has already done this for us, with drawings and circles and underlines all over our map. but he confirms the places and tells us to go to the other shop of this company, where the owner, an artist, works and we should say hello to him.
then he gives us his card with name and phone number and says,
'if you need to call anyone, maybe you have an emergency, please feel free to call me.'**
nice.
fucking.
town!
*Kent does this in very calm fashion, with a "these are not the droids you are looking for" hand gesture. I stand there like a gimp and smile broadly and hope that they might just lapse into English. Which they eventually do, usually after Kent's Jedi mind tricks.
**This guy was amazing. So accomodating - it clearly didn't worry him that we clearly weren't interested in purchasing his wares, but was more interested in discussing the merits of Australians (yay us!) and how he wanted to start a business there, but missed his family too much (aaaw) - I have come to the conclusion that the Danish are so impressed that as Australians we have clearly travelled a long way to see their city, therefore we must be ok. Woot! I quote "just call me, I will do anything I can to help you." Kind of comforting to have a local look at our map and go "aaah, your host has already marked all the good stuff!" I think thus far, we have been super lucky!
again with the art nouveau/art deco vibe everywhere.some excellent font work.
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