Wonderful Copenhagen!

Stefan and Ann-Marie put us up. This is outside the house in Lyngby, just outside the city. We stayed there over the weekend. It's a new house, owned by the university where Stefan does research into antibiotics and sulpha drugs. Ann-Marie is a psychotherapist. They come originally from Sweden, but have lived many years in Israel. Ep first met Ann-Marie, when they spent a "glorious year" at the Laban Studio, in Surrey, back in the early seventies.
That was our first experience of a Danish house. It is warm and light, with huge windows facing south-west.
We had left on the Thursday, the very day that the weather, in England, had changed from freezing to balmy. Going to Denmark was like returning to the frozen wastes from which we had just escaped. The day after our arrival, we took the train down town for a stroll along the Stroget; it was freezing, with a biting breeze. I wondered to myself how we'd survive 9 days of sight-seeing, in a city which is small enough to see in one day, what could possibly keep the mind occupied as a diversion from a shivering body?
Our first attempt was the Post Office Museum. For a start, like every other inside space, it was toasty. We could slough off layers and walk around, light and unencumbered. It proved more than a mere diversion, seeding our thoughts with models, gadgets and books of black and white photos. There were postmen on bikes, men up telegraph poles, women in drawing rooms with domestic telephone exchanges. They were mostly in uniform, proud to be at the cutting edge of technological advance. Some of the photos were of that very building. On the way back, as we came out of Lyngby Station, there was an accordianist busker, so we could dance a milonga and warm ourselves up. We discovered "Magasin du Nord" and the famous Lyngby Mall, which we never got round to fully exploring.