Copenhagen and Beyond. Part Two.

On my third day I travelled by train to Roskilde, a city a mere 30km west of Copenhagen, to visit the Viking Ship Museum. I must say that the flat landscapes, pointed by so many delicate birch trees, added to all my train journeys around and beyond Copenhagen a dreamy element.


After paying homage to the open sandwich tradition of Denmark - I had a magnificent smørrebrød in the restaurant just outside the Museum - and a brisk walk around the city centre, I went back to Copenhagen to take a canal and harbour tour. It was during this tour that I spotted a bronze copy of Michelangelo's David statue.

Donated to the city by brewer Carl Jacobsen in 1896, this replica of Michelangelo's nude statue of the biblical King David was first exhibited nearby Vartorv Square and its religious foundation. Unfortunately,  David found himself almost immediately in the doghouse as a number of no spring chicken damsels were living in the same square. It seems that mainly those who were living on second floor-level were distressed, as their windows looked out on David's symbol of his manhood. After thinking for a little while of joining the infamous 'fig leaf campaign' - which, by the way, wouldn't have solved the problem of David's buttocks turned against the convent - the municipality started to look for a new more suitable location. This proved to be more difficult than they had anticipated, as the statue has wandered the city for almost one hundred years and found his present location only in 1993.


I finished my day with a late evening visit to the wondrous National Aquarium, where unashamedly I had fish and chips for dinner. Most of my fourth and last day was spent visiting the SMK, National Gallery of Denmark.

Just an end-note: the non-square photos were taken with an Ilford Black & White Disposable Camera, which proved to be almost perfect for low light situations as it contained a ILFORD HP5 PLUS roll and a flash. I do not remember why and when I bought it, but I do remember I took it with me because it was so light compared to my beloved Hasselblad 500 C/M.

Apart from the usual frozen-shoulder pain, this time the Hasselblad also caused me an embarrassing moment at the airport when the Security guy who was checking my bag shouted at me just because ... he wanted to say he loved my camera. Ehm, I love it too.