Back this morning from a weekend in Copenhagen – it was my first Scandinavian jaunt, and certainly met expectations, from the lanky flaxen-haired hunks to the fleece blankets at the outdoor cafes to encourage continental-style al fresco dining despite the fact that it was cold enough to be kitted out in a full complement of winter accessories. Oh, and couples holding hands while riding old-fashioned grandmother bicycles: so sweet! Indeed the sweetness almost distracted me from the fact that they weren’t wearing helmets, which I am obligated to fret about as the result of my American upbringing and which is quite ruinous to romantic cycling.
I loved the most:
Louisiana, the modern art museum north of the city, where we saw a Lucian Freud retrospective and a collection of Richard Avedon photographs, against a backdrop of exquisite Danish design – I do believe that it is one of my favourite buildings ever.
Silk and Knife, certainly the most amazing dance (and one of the most amazing theatrical) performances that I’ve ever seen; I’m quite tempted to go back to CPH next week just to see it again. And again. I wish it would come to Covent Garden but the piece that involved the audience touring the area beneath the stage of the Royal Danish Theatre is possibly not exportable.
