Copenhagen: Leather Pants and Bicycles

And pretty people.  Lots of leather pants on pretty people, and lots of pretty people on bicycles.  The combination of the three seems a bit dubious to me, but as I completely lack experience with leather pants or being pretty, I’ll reserve judgement for now.  Seriously, though.  The Scandinavians must have a selective breeding program in place.  It’s the only explanation.

I think I’m on the right continent for this, at least.

Brooks saddles everywhere. I’m glad I outfitted myself with one. I think it will prove to be a lifesaver.

I had a few hours to spend around the city central during a layover.  Copenhagen seemed like a wonderful city.  The people were very warm and kind.  I’ve always heard that about the northern European countries, so I was glad that my brief experience there proved it true to me.  The only downside to my little stroll was the lunch I had.  The special of the day at a little corner cafe was an open faced sandwich.  What could go wrong, right?  Well, one piece was topped with very large and very fragrant chunks of raw, white, fish.  Another was coated with a meat paste of some kind that would have possibly tempted me nearer to the full moon, but not that day.  Regardless, a longer return trip will be needed one day to beautiful Copenhagen.

I have no idea what this guy was doing here. Seemed very out of place in the metro area many miles from any unruly bovine. However, it was very proudly displayed in a small leather shop, and I enjoyed getting a look inside.

Poor kid on the metro rail had a bag of this to munch on. Not a baby carrot in sight. I felt a little bad for him, but I’m sure he’ll have excellent habits when he grows up.