Kopenhagen : Legroom in Nørrebro

Bold is the Copenhagen, coolly and rather in a good mood. Round trip by a city, in which all shorts carry.


We heard from the leave summer in Copenhagen, want thus absolutely, only when? The weather apps let us hesitate. They announce always 20 degrees and cloudy appearance. Sweet life in the drizzle? How do the Danes, allegedly happiest humans of the world, cope thus? We travel by train, touch the Lübecker bay, already enjoy width and light on the Baltic Sea ferry, and we are hardly in Copenhagen, feel the day much better than predicted. Air is gentle and flatters to the skin. In each breath the sea is to be tasted.

It does not rain. But what a spectacle in the sky! Piled up spaceship clouds, of snow Weis to jet black, as if it would be a Lars of Trier science fiction fantasy, between them sun bars – and fast we understand that there is bad weather here in the subjunctive: It could rain. From the station to the hotel with the bus, drives every two minutes, and then over to the bicycle shop Sögreni in sank Peders Stræde, a wheel check-out counters. Sögreni comes from Soren, then the boss is called. Here all say you, we then also. Which for great wheels! “Since decades all built!” Danish design. Soren packs a shield from wood with both hands and bends it. Directly it must break – however it does not break. The master radiates. “Reaches often copied, never.” Priceless naturally. It gets us an old carrot of the yard. Well well, one can drive also with. At the botanical garden past, the national gallery, lock Amalienborg to linking, up to the royal library at the port. It is called, because she sparkles in such a way, black diamond. Before the entrance, at the water, beach chairs stand for readers. The silence is fascinating in the city. Nevertheless live a third that well five million Dane here. But there are hardly cars. All rise to the wheel. The Mr. in sandals and shorts, the ladies in sandals and super+short trousers. Already the weather-independent half nudity of all lifts the wind chill. We slide for hours inebriated by the roads. Does wave on the cycle track become green? Signs show it: with speed 20!

“Copenhagen strives even for Fahrradmuffel. We hold in the Fredericiagade in the center at a lendings station for electrical bicycles and give to Joel Thomas Mulligan the word: 250 E-Bikes are it now, say Joel, more than 1500 should it in the next spring be, all with inserted GPS and Karten-Bildschirm, global uniquely. \"\" Copenhagen is good in pilot projects”, says the young industrial designer, who came for the job from Canada. “There is this refreshing culture of trying out, therefore am I here.” “Far one goes it to the royal theatre, like the library impressively to the port built, past at the tourist drinking horizontal bars Nyhavn and a nearly finished bicycle bridge over the water, which cause indignation for some time – one builds because for such a long time to it. Thus it gives to complain also in Copenhagen reason. “Where in the evening? On the way from the library to the small mermaid we find The standard, the recent jazz club of the city. Only 68 places, red curtains, cover mirror, magnificent acoustics – no vermuffter cellar. The view falls from the bar over the water, and now, to the blue hour, there are Blue Notes. “Niels Lan Doky, of Denmark most successful jazz pianist, half Vietnamese, lived 23 years in Paris and now returned, in order to open this club. It welcomed its international audience cordially of the small stage down: “Where do you come?” – “From Australia!” – “Marvelous Australia, I likes it!” – “We like Denmark!” “He presents his trio, to the experienced black bassists from America, the blood-young Copenhagen drummer. Then they play “Things Ain't What They Used ton of BE,” a classical author of the Trompeters MER cerium Ellington. The son of the Duke lived here, like many large musicians before him. Dexter Gordon, Stan Getz, Ben Webster, Thad Jones – they made Copenhagen in the 60s the European jazz capital.