Left, Left, Left, Right, Left

So one morning, while P. was working I went out to wander around...while walking down one of the streets in the city center, I heard a band playing and found myself in a parade.

I decided that I would follow the parade and see where they were headed. So we walked and walked, and all the time the band played on. Finally we were at the queen's castle where there were lots of other onlookers waiting to see the procession. It them came to mind that this was going to be the changing of the guard. It was all very proper and v. musical.

Smushi!

my favorite meal was smushi in the little cafe snug between the royal copenhagen and georg jensen.

smushi is like a modern tea sandwich fit for a princess, served on r.c. china with jensen silverware. it was an afternoon of super delicious delight!

Goodbye Copenhagen...

The trip flew by, and now P. is packing up his suitcase to jet back across the Atlantic for the last time.

Kong P.

We made it! It seemed like a million airplane rides - but really only three. The layover is Paris was fantastic, a quick trip to see the Tour Eiffel, breakfast and cafe au lait at a little street side cafe... well would have, but we really had only a few hours - a girl can dream, and thats actually just what I did as I slept on P.'s shoulder for 2 hours since I didn't sleep well on the 8 hour flight over, flying with a cold is uber pathetic. So since I slept instead of enjoying the apple tart and orangina that P. found for us to snack on - I was famished by the time lunch arrived on the Air France flight. I can't explain it - but it was amazingly good! A piece of president camembert, a mini tomato quiche with fresh spinach, some multi-seed bread and sparkle water. With a dessert of chocolate mousse cake. YUM.


Once in Kobenhavn we headed directly to our hotel the Kong Arthur.

Our room is quite modern, although the hotel buildings themselves date back to 1882 as a home for traveling apprentices.

Recently the hotel joined a Danish alliance of CO2 Neutral Hotels.






We have a nice window and with the windows open you hear the subtle sounds of the courtyard below. Then, after a nice nap we set out to dinner.


P. knows his was around really well - after all he has been frequenting the city for years. We hoppen on the S train and after a short walk past the planetarium and some theaters, we were at the Le Le Cafe for delicious Vietnamese. We ate soutside wraped in blankets. And nothing could have been better than soup and this place had soup that was overloaded with flavor with every spoonful I tasted something new and fresh.

Last Trip

For the past few years P. has been traveling to Europe for work. Today he embarks on his last trip before the big move. And this time I am joining him for the first week. So we are off to Copenhagen by way of Paris. Sadly our layover in Paris won't be long enough for us to leave the the airport, but just knowing that I am in my most favorite city excites and delights me!

While we are overseas we will continue posting - so Denmark here we come one last time...

the white album (side 2)

"I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping..."

We spent the weekend super busy, cleaning, painting walls white, and going through all things cluttered. We can now official declare our house, dare I say it - organized.

I am mourning the loss of my striped walls, but hints of color still remain. I mean I couldn't completely erase myself from the space.



In fact - I am so tickled by this - at the first open house one of the visitors asked the Realtor if was a decorator!

two of us wearing rain coats

On a grey afternoon we set out on the task of cleaning the coat closet. After all, with an Open House this Sunday, our closets must not be busting at the hinges, popping open, and spilling out all over potential buyers.

We came across 12 different wrapping paper rolls, 5 diplomas, 4 decks of cards, and a one gallon fish tank (used when Tiger the Koi spawned in our pond), but the best were the variety of canine fashion statements as modeled by "the boys".