Not a big day for drawing, but a splendid one nonetheless. The agenda included smorrebrød with biologists and a visit with ornithologist/mind-bendingly fine bird artist Jon Fjeldså at the University of Copenhagen. A seven mile walk was taken with a stop at Assistens Cemetary for a moment of respectful silence at Hans Christian Andersen’s grave.
There was the purchase of two cute hats and a black knitted scarf that feels like a big hug around the neck from a dozen teddy bears. There was a grocery purchase conducted completely in Danish that went like this: green beans, persimmons and a head of radicchio go on the counter. Fresh-baked Middle Eastern flat bread catches my eye. I say, “Hvor koster det ?” – “how much does it cost?” and am actually understood by the grocer. A watershed moment. He responds with something in Danish, which of course, I don’t understand, but I pay the bill, whatever it is, and we share a little smile.
I also bought a kilo of lamb at the Halal butcher next door. Do you know how much lamb is in a kilo? A lot. Antman is making a huge stew right this minute. The butcher smiled at me, too.
Later, Antman and I stepped around the corner for a concert by the Copenhagen Klezmer Trio. Bittersweet clarinet, accordion and bass under chandeliers in the gorgeously carved, gilded and bedecked Royal Theatre’s Old Stage foyer. It was all wonderful, and now we’re tired.
To round out a full day that included absolutely no drawing, Ipresent a shop-window from the Copenhagen boulevard, Norrebrogade.