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Copenhagen

I'm not sure if it was the weather or the 25% sales tax but I don't think I made the most of Copenhagen. I thinks its an amazing city. If you had to make some utopian city up from scratch chances are you would come with some thing like Copenhagen. I think I could easily spend the rest of life there. There are beautiful parks, castles, cathedrals, muesums, pedestrian malls, women. Trains run on time. They even have an entirely different road network for bicycles complete with traffic lights. And people stop on red. There are pubs on every corner and kebab joints in between. What more could you want? I don´t Know. Maybe something to happen? A bit of friction? A 3 foot statue of a mermaid can´t the biggest attraction in Town can it? As stated earlier I could have embraced it more than I did. I just found myself walking around looking at things. Obviously this happens in other cities too, but in other cities that i've been to you have to work a bit harder to get your rewards. I think thats what has been missing from my trip so far. What saved it for me were the excellent National museum and the Danish resistance museum. Other than Copehagen I made a day trip out to some castles around North Zealand. Kronborg Castle in Helsingor was made famous by Shakespeare's Hamlet but was a little underwhelming. Frederiksborg Palace in Hillerod was possibly the best palace / castle I have been to. Beautiful setting, excellent muesums, definitly worth the price of admission.
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