More tourism in Copenhagen. Hopping on and off buses. Took advantage of current royal connections with Tasmania to visit Rosenborg palace/art collection/royal regalia. Think Tower of London meets Launceston. Lots of old gaudy, although in some way this indicated a certain lack of interest in royalty, as portraits were all crammed together in a way which probably made sense in 18th century but looks quite claustrophobic today. Possible factoid: Danes did away with need for a coronation, and just announce the new monarch from balcony of parliament building. So crown jewels can be enjoyed for their history-artistic merit alone ...
NB While portraits of royalty on the walls were slightly boring, once you got past tracing the family nose, you could always gaze upwards to the ceilings in search of ecstatic alternatives ...
Botanical gardens.
Very large glasshouses. Very unsafe vertigo-inducing metal steps to a narrow walkway in palm canopy. Very pleasant restorative ale (Carlsberg).
Today' prize, by the way, goes to anyone aged 31 or under who can translate the sign.
Abandoned our principles and shelled out kroner for the Tivoli Gardens, built in late C19 to provide activity for young men who would otherwise tend to join riots, so we were told. Seem to have discovered independently the SSPS fete formula of constant activity for children, often involving mass near death experiences, with unending food and drink options for adults.
By the way, tHis is as close as we got Legoland ...
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Location:St Petersberg
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