{"id":1859,"date":"2017-04-29T19:55:57","date_gmt":"2017-04-29T18:55:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/?page_id=1859"},"modified":"2017-04-29T20:08:10","modified_gmt":"2017-04-29T19:08:10","slug":"week-16-mostly-copenhagen","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/?page_id=1859","title":{"rendered":"Week 16: mostly Copenhagen"},"content":{"rendered":"

It was a great week. It started with a good, hard bicycle ride in the mountains, continued with a barbecue with good friends, and finished in Copenhagen, my spiritual home.<\/p>\n

16_1<\/strong>
\nI started the week by cycling to Tibi, the mountain village where I buy goat cheese from Lili the Swiss Cheese Pusher. Along the way, I stopped to photograph these yellow bushes which really stood out in the landscape:
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16_2<\/strong>
\nIn the afternoon, our friends came to our place for a BBQ. As usual, everyone brought food, some of which needed to be finalised in our kitchen. The ladies are at work while Cheeta keeps an eye on the proceedings:
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16_3<\/strong>
\nAlso in keeping with our traditions, Elio the Argentine took charge of the barbecue:
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16_4<\/strong>
\nBeef and aubergine. The genius of Argentine BBQ is that the cuts of meat are not the expensive sirloin etc.; instead, these are very ordinary cuts which become magic in the hands of a master like Elio:
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16_5<\/strong>
\nServing up the goodies:
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16_6<\/strong>
\nA handy trick is to heat a brick on the BBQ and use it to keep the meat warm at the table:
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16_7<\/strong>
\nFor dessert, we had the goat cheeses for which I had cycled 77 km that morning, and also a Trappist cheese I had brought with me from Brussels earlier in the month:
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16_8<\/strong>
\nA happy table:
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16_9<\/strong>
\nMonday morning, there were dark clouds over our neighbourhood, but no rain materialised:
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16_10<\/strong>
\nEaster leftovers at our bakery:
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16_11<\/strong>
\nOn Thursday morning I flew to Copenhagen. So did my sister from Poland, and we arrived at the airport within 10 minutes of each other. We met up, I picked up the rental car, and we drove to my apartment-hotel, picking up some bread, cold cuts and cheese along the way. This was our first lunch in Copenhagen:
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16_12<\/strong>
\nMy sister was going to stay with our friends Marek and Tamara in Br\u00c3\u00b8ndby Strand, the same suburb where my parents lived the last years of their lives. So later in the afternoon, we went there, and had some dinner, drinks and good conversation. This is Tamara:
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16_13<\/strong>
\nTamara’s husband Marek. As was the case with my parents, Marek and Tamara came to Denmark from Poland as political refugees during the bad old days and became productive members of Danish society. Today they are retired and are spending enormous amounts of time and effort on the Polish-Jewish community in Copenhagen:
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16_14<\/strong>
\nAround 9 p.m., I drove back to the hotel and then walked the 200 meters to my childhood friend Beata’s apartment, where we had some wine and conversation. She really is not nearly as fierce as she looks in this picture:
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16_15<\/strong>
\nNext morning, I started the day with a walk on Langelinie, the park which is visited by tourists because it hosts the Little Mermaid, but the locals are there because of the bike paths, walkways, and the Japanese cherry trees:
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16_16<\/strong>
\nThis is the relatively modest headquarters of the world’s biggest shipping line, M\u00c3\u00a6rsk:
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16_17<\/strong>
\nLater that morning, my sister and I drove north to the Louisiana Museum of Modern Art, another fixed point of my Copenhagen visits. The museum is in Humleb\u00c3\u00a6k, a village on the shore of \u00c3\u02dcresund, the strait between Denmark and Sweden. Before going into the museum I always take in the view:
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16_18<\/strong>
\nLike the other villages along the coast north of Copenhagen, Humleb\u00c3\u00a6k is an affluent place, where people can indulge in things like this (running a gas guzzler like this is a lot more expensive in Denmark than in most other places):
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We then went into the museum. As usual, we looked again at some of the permanent collections, and at two temporary exhibitions, one of works by South African artist William Kentridge and on the work of Wang Shu, a Chinese architect.<\/p>\n

16_19<\/strong>
\nAmong my favourites are these paintings by Hans-Peter Feldmann, exhibited in what used to be the living room back in the 19th century, when Louisiana was somebody’s grand house:
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16_20<\/strong>
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16_21<\/strong>
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16_22<\/strong>
\nThe work of William Kentridge was quite a revelation. He combines ink drawings, sculpture, multimedia and text in a way I have never seen before. This is what I love about Louisiana; every time I come to the museum, I discover something new:
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16_23<\/strong>
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16_24<\/strong>
\nThere were several incredible installations, like this one, called “More Sweetly Play the Dance” from 2015:
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16_25<\/strong>
\n“Eurasian Tree Sparrow”, 2016:
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16_26<\/strong>
\nLooking at Kentridge sculptures:
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16_27<\/strong>
\nAfter taking in the Kentridge exhibition, we walked to the other wing of the museum to see the Wang Shu exhibit (and to have lunch in the excellent restaurant of the museum). Along the way, we stopped to have a look at some of the perennial favourites, starting with Giacometti’s Femme-Culli\u00c3\u00a8re<\/em>:
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16_28<\/strong>
\nA trio of Max Ernst sculptures:
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16_29<\/strong>
\nMax Ernst, Le Grand G\u00c3\u00a9nie<\/em>:
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16_30<\/strong>
\nMax Ernst, Le Grand Assistent (La Grande Grenouille)<\/em>:
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16_31<\/strong>
\nElsewhere in the sculpture park are several works by Danish sculptor Henry Heerup:
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16_32<\/strong>
\nCalder’s Little Janey Waney<\/em> is one of Louisiana’s emblematic works, partly because of its location:
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16_33<\/strong>
\nStairs from the sculpture park to the water:
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16_34<\/strong>
\nThe Giacometti room with Femme Deboute IV<\/em> and a beautiful view:
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16_35<\/strong>
\nC\u00c3\u00a9sar, Le Grand Pouce<\/em>, probably the most photographed work in the museum (including selfies):
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16_36<\/strong>
\nOne of my own favourites is the Danish painter Asger J\u00c3\u00b8rn. This is a typical painting by him, Herr Immerda<\/em>:
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16_37<\/strong>
\nBrush strokes:
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16_38<\/strong>
\n“Amateur Architecture” by Wang Shu:
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16_39<\/strong>
\nAfter lunch at Louisiana, we drove back to Copenhagen and went to Vestre Kirkeg\u00c3\u00a5rd, the cemetery where our mother is buried. There is a section where famous people are buried. Some of the monuments are quite elaborate:
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16_40<\/strong>
\nThis one is imposing but simple and austere. Knud Rasmussen was one of the great explorers of the Arctic in the early 20th century:
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16_41<\/strong>
\nFinally, there is a little corner with graves of prominent Social Democratic politicians. This one, Anker J\u00c3\u00b8rgensen, was the last Prime Minister who came from the working class, having worked as a factory worker and later union man. He became PM on 3 October 1972, the day after the Danes voted to join the EEC (now EU), and the previous PM, Jens Otto Krag, stepped down, saying that his political goals in life were now accomplished. Anker governed until 1982 and was not a very successful leader; but he was an honest, sincere and modest man. During the 1990s, my father occasionally ran into him on the bus. His grave (shared with his wife) is correspondingly modest:
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16_42<\/strong>
\nBut of course the main reason my sister and I visit the cemetery every April is to meet at our mother’s grave on the anniversary of her death. I live in Spain, my sister lives in Poland, but on this day we are always in Copenhagen:
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16_43<\/strong>
\nAnother bit of nostalgia that my sister and I indulge in is to visit some of our mother’s favourite places. One such place is the beach at Vallensb\u00c3\u00a6k, the neighbouring suburb to Br\u00c3\u00b8ndby Strand (where my parents lived). From there, there is a nice view of the apartment buildings in one of which they lived, and which my mother jokingly called “our Manhattan”:
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16_44<\/strong>
\nA bench on the beach where I used to sit with my mother during our walks:
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16_45<\/strong>
\nMy sister and I made a selfie on the bench, not with a phone, with a proper camera:
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16_46<\/strong>
\nOn Saturday morning we went to another art museum, close to my friend Beata’s apartment, Statens Museum for Kunst (the national art museum). Despite visiting Copenhagen so often for so many years, this was my first visit there:
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16_47<\/strong>
\nThere was an interesting exhibition about Japanese influence on Scandinavian art in the 19th century:
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16_48<\/strong>
\nArt appreciation, together:
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16_49<\/strong>
\nA group of children looking at paintings:
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16_50<\/strong>
\nI then went on to the permanent collection, which is especially strong on 19th century Danish paintings. This one, by Constantin Hansen, depicts a group of Danish artists in Rome in 1837:
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16_51<\/strong>
\nOne of the main art schools in the 19th century was National Romanticism, with lots of emphasis on Danish landscapes. Here we have a winter landscape near Vordingborg, 1826, by Johan Christian Dahl:
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16_52<\/strong>
\nCarl Bloch, a Roman osteria<\/em>, 1866:
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16_53<\/strong>
\nMichael Anker was one of the many painters who worked in Skagen, at the northernmost tip of Jutland where the Baltic and North Seas meet. The light up there is truly magical and for that reason, the place has been attracting artists for the past 150 years. This painting, from 1883, depicts a rescue boat being readied, perhaps to rescue fishermen in trouble:
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16_54<\/strong>
\nL.A. Ring, the cemetery in Fl\u00c3\u00b8ng, 1904:
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16_55<\/strong>
\nThere is also a modern art section but it was closed for remodeling and anyway, I am sure that Louisiana is much better for modern art:
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16_56<\/strong>
\nAfter the museum visit, we drove to the fishing village Drag\u00c3\u00b8r, near Copenhagen airport on the island of Amager. The plan was to walk around and then have lunch in one of the restaurants in the harbour:
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16_57<\/strong>
\nAs I often do, I focused on the small details, this time with a doggie theme:
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16_58<\/strong>
\nOutside a butcher shop, “water for the doggie while you buy meat for the sauce”; in Danish it rhymes:
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16_59<\/strong>
\nA shop window on Drag\u00c3\u00b8r’s pedestrian street:
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16_60<\/strong>
\nWe ended up having lunch at Caf\u00c3\u00a9 Espersen, a wonderful place with traditional Danish food:
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16_61<\/strong>
\nThe decor was equally traditional:
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16_62<\/strong>
\nMy sister Irena and my childhood friend Beata, chimping together:
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16_63<\/strong>
\nA classic Danish lunch platter:
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16_64<\/strong>
\nOnce back in Copenhagen, I drove my sister to Br\u00c3\u00b8ndby Strand. On the way, we stopped at a new indoor street food place called Rebel Food. I bought a couple of artisanal beers and chatted a bit with one of the guys who just opened this place. He posed for me in front of a mural that had been completed just that day:
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16_65<\/strong>
\nThe evening ended with dinner at Beata’s. She did her best to channel June Cleaver:
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More Copenhagen images can be seen here<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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