Almost three quarters of a century ago, if my recollection of the story is correct, my parents took a small boy (not me, but you know who you are!) to the big city to see what would now be called “the illuminations” a monstrous light show for the time, with buildings decorated to celebrate the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II. On returning home, they asked him what was his favourite memory, to which he replied something along the lines of:
“The sparks that happen on the power lines when the trams go around corners.”
Today was that kind of day. A day that was filled with highlights and simple pleasures.
After our third and perhaps most relaxed visit to down town Copenhagen, when we wandered through shops, visited the Royal Copenhagen exhibition, had cake and coffee at Conditori La Glace, spent hours just being present in the grounds of one of the world’s oldest amusement park, Tivoli Gardens and attended an evening performance of the Copenhagen District Youth Orchestra, our photographic memory, depicts sunset from the Central Railway Station, commemorating our reluctant journey home at a time that most of our fellow Australians would consider to be the middle of the night.
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