Off to Christanshavn
After lunch we walked back down Nyvhan to cross over the bridge to go into the Christanshavn district of the city. The bridges were all raised when we arrived for boats to pass through.
Down Princessgade we came to the street art on the buildings to our left. Turning down the paths we were among what looked like old warehouses. On the walls there were lots of murals as we walked past.
Street art and some trouble
We spent over half an hour just wandering around the alleyways looking at the street art.
My troubles began after we passed a cafe and entered a large open space surrounded by buildings. I simply had not noticed what was being sold on the small tables around the square or the graphics showing a sign for “No cameras”.
After I took a shot across the square of the art over a building I was grabbed by a guy and “asked” to hand over my camera. My first thought was that I was being mugged and I pushed back.
Moments later two more guys arrived and then a fourth…
The last one to arrive pointed out the signs for no photography. They explained that they were “security” and simply didn’t want any pictures of the people in the square. They explained that they were ‘security’ and simply didn’t want any pictures of the people in the square. What could I do but apologise and delete the offending images? Thankfully that was enough to satisfy them. I did ask if I could take a picture of the no photography graphic before I left.
Back at Nyvahn
We needed a drink after that episode and we headed back to Nyvahn. The first bar we stopped at refused to serve us as we only wanted a drink. Further up the street we did get served but had chosen the only bar with broken toilets.
After our (excessively expensive) beer we walked back up Nyvahn to catch the bus back to the ship.
The Brondby fans had all left for the match by now.
At the picking up point we learnt that the streets had been closed as the both sets of fans had walked to the ground.
Leaving Copenhagen
Back on board at 5 pm the Captain held a short memorial service to remember those who had died in Manchester the previous week.
Our balcony overlooked the port and I watched a Danish Merlin helicopter flying circuits around us.
A pretty small private yacht left its berth further up in the port and set off out to see past the windmill farm.
We were booked into the Beach House on Deck 12 for a 7.30pm dinner.
The house band, Caravan, were playing Eagles’numbers in Carmens. They had chosen to play a wide selection of numbers punctuated by a member of the entertainment team reading from a script that gave some of the history of Eagles.
Then it was off to the theatre to see the comedian’s last performance. Even more seats were empty now at the front of the theatre. News had travelled fast about members of the audience being picked on in the front seats!