Best
place to get lost: Indre By,
literally the 'inner city', a compact web
of winding alleyways, courtyards and
squares which formed the heart of
medieval Copenhagen. Strøget, a
mile-long pedestrianised street, runs
through Indre By and is lined by buskers
known to perform until 5am. Warning:
you're not likely to get mugged in Indre
By (or anywhere else in Copenhagen) but
you might feel you've been fleeced if you
buy an ice cream. Where
to be seen: in any of the plethora of
cafés, bars and music venues in the
Nørrebro district, directly north of the
city centre. The area is informally
dubbed the 'Rhubarb Quarter' for the crop
once grown there, not for the standard of
the conversation in the nightspots.
Nørrebro is also a stamping ground of
the shadowy anarchist group, the
Autonomous Movement, who allegedly
started the riot that ripped through
Nørrebro one New Year's Eve and was
broadcast live on CNN.
Where not to be seen:
paddling in a fountain on Strøget waving
a bottle of lager. Copenhagen-ites are
accustomed to this type of behaviour but
it will be assumed that you are a Swede
or a Norwegian on a drinking trip. In
Denmark, alcohol is cheaper and more
readily available than any other
Scandinavian country. If you really are
drunk, however, you face the prospect of
waking up, not in a comfy Danish jail
cell, but on a boat to Oslo.
Best place for a
stroll: Rosenborg Gardens, which
surround Rosenborg Palace, both of which
were planned with great panache by king
and amateur architect Christian IV in the
early 1600s. Christian IV also gave
Copenhagen the broad, elegant avenues
which frame Indre By. Christian took the
throne when Denmark was rich and claimed
an empire stretching from Greenland to
Estonia. When he died, the country was
broke and the empire belonged to Sweden.
Nonetheless, Copenhagen looked a whole
lot better.
What not to eat:
Don't ask for smörgasbord, an 'open
table' laden with meat, fish and
vegetable dishes, which is a Swedish
creation. Danes specialise in
smørrebrød, which also consists of
combinations of meat, fish and vegetables
but heaps them onto a single slice of rye
bread. Smørrebrød is mostly eaten for
lunch but some city smørrebrød shops
are open around the clock. To find one,
simply stop a passing local and allow the
word 'smørrebrødsforretning' to roll
off your tongue. Don't ask for bacon,
either: Danes export it, they don't eat
it. And don't ask for a 'Danish pastry',
real Danish pastries have real Danish
names and very little sugar.
Best place to buy
drugs: the so-called Pusher Street of
the 'free city' of Christiania, an area
squatted by hippies in the early 1970s
and since evolving into a self-supporting
alternative community of a thousand
souls, with vegetarian restaurants, craft
shops and music venues. On Pusher Street,
anything stronger than marijuana is
frowned upon but varieties of the naughty
weed, despite its illegality, are laid
out for customers' perusal.
Best graveyard for a
picnic: Assistens Kirkegaard. In
their constant efforts to give the city
still more green space, the authorities
have designated part of this 18th-century
cemetery a public park. Fairy-tale writer
Hans Christian Andersen is one great Dane
buried here, but the hip place to munch
your smørrebrød is beside the final
resting place of the 'father of
existentialism', Søren Kierkegaard.
Don't mention the war:
Admiral Nelson led the Bombardment of
Copenhagen in 1801 and this was followed
by the seizure of the city by the British
in 1807. The worthy City Museum records
these facts and welcomes all-comers but
turning up with an eye-patch and
arm-sling might be pushing the tolerant
Danes a bit too far.
Corporate Sponsorship:
Is nothing new. Dane Niels Bohr probably
hadn't been drinking when he formulated
the theories of quantum mechanics in the
1920s but his research was aided by
endowments from Copenhagen-based brewing
giants Carlsberg. Interestingly, the
brewery's founder also built the city's
excellent Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek art
museum.
Don't bother with:
The Little Mermaid, a tiny sculpture
overlooked by a large crowd of tourists
who relentlessly photograph it. If you
can't resist, take a quick look and then
pretend to be more interested in the much
bigger Gefion fountain, alongside,
depicting the Goddess Gefion and her four
sons, after she turned them into oxen.
Best place for smut:
Museum Erotica, where the exhibits range
from saucy postcards and sex toys to a
collection of dildos. "Many of our
visitors come again and again," an
official told me.
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