Pixie cafe, in Østerbro, a part of the city we had not visited before. With the weather still cold, but not freezing, we walked through the park accompanied by early dog walkers, before the city changed into residential mode. Baby strollers, joggers cyclists, competed for the section of pavement that the shipowners hadn’t commandeered for displays and special offers. The smell of coffee oozing from the walls, intoxicating.

Back into town to visit Georg Jensen, the charcoal illustrations unexpected and stunning. We found salmon for dinner at Magasin and browsed through the wine specials.

My chest and throat a bother, which doesn’t impress me.

Grey, damp and very chilly had us bundled up in a gazillion layers and heading out to the National Gallery. An excellent Matisse study the highlight, with the open walkway between the old a new buildings a bit much for my vertigo. The Rembrandt’s were amazing and being able to get so close to them, exceptional.

For my painting, I used the branches of Magnolia blossoms in the restaurant, that Terry noticed were slowly opening more each day. Around Copenhagen, many of the windows have large glass vases, with branches of opening blossoms. Spots of colour against the flat greyness.

With light rain falling across windows blazing with light, I stood outside on the pavement watching an art auction. Vibrant colours of the painting heightened by the dark and cold. No idea who the artist was, or why they demanded such staggering prices. I felt like a child looking at jars of sweets lined up on a counter.

The sun out over Copenhagen, a walk along the water to the office with a hint of a shadow. The bronze colours of the cherry tree bark in the morning light arresting.

Dinner at Toldboden (Customs House in Danish). We had no idea that the starter was actually raw scallop, as it didn’t have any flavour, the texture was strange and it had no smell. Took me awhile to understand that the asparagus and tempura fish platter wasn’t an exotic ‘toshar’ dish, but To-Share! The steak was excellent and the wines superb.

My walk was chillier than I expected. Not nearly as chilly as the group of guys in short sleeved white shirts, standing on their small yacht singing ‘Wonderful, Wonderful, Copenhagen’. The film crew on shore huddled in blankets. The light from the rising sun spectacular.