We are in a very clean, streamlined apartment in Copenhagen. A zillion steps away from the house in France, which was full of character, dirt and an eclectic mix of horror. Again, our lives in the vineyards are unbelievably rich and spoilt. To be savoured and appreciated.
An interesting aspect is that our luggage is somewhere in Charles de Gaul. The freedom of traveling without luggage is liberating. If kind of smelly! No problem in France, but not great for us über cleanliness types. The question being how do we travel lighter???
Sunny skies, a gazillion people out walking, my face growing pinker by the second without its sun cream. Cappuccino rapidly replaced by a beer watching the constantly changing activity on the boats.
Birthday time in Copenhagen. Big surprise, with my apple to go on the chain that holds the SIM card pin. Death by chocolate cake, which is perfect with red wine.
A week of learning, discussion and inquiry. The awards evening was quite something and very professional. We missed out on the Project of he Year Award, but were still the recipient of the UN Core Values Award and I managed not to fall going up to the podium. Even if I did have to do a rapid spin type turnaround to give a speech I wasn’t expecting to do. Must remember to fasten the jacket buttons!
A cruise around bits of the harbour before dinner at salt. A restaurant at the Admirals Hotel. The massive beams like pillars of a ship, subtle light dancing across the cutlery, refracted into a thousand lights by the glassware.
A starter of salmon, seared with lemon juice, served with a Chablis. Fillet and a California Red and in case we had any space left, a sorbet with peach melba. Most enjoyable. The art, on the few walls, consisted of great swaths of primary colours, with swirls of dark bits. Like the food, if taken in isolation it would be in your face, but in context it added the right amount of contrast.