Carnival, of sorts

I’ve never been to Rio for Carnival, but from what I’ve heard it’s a wild time. And in that respect, Copenhagen’s version of Carnival is surely… less wild. But I’m not complaining — it was good fun.

There is something primal about drumming. And there was a lot of drumming. And, on the relatively narrow confines of the pedestrian streets of inner Copenhagen, the drumming filled the entire space, creating an effect something like a discotech — you could feel the drumming as much as you could hear it.

Once our eardrums started to feel a little abused (the drummers, I noticed, all wore ear-plugs) we found a quiet spot to eat outside. Then we found some shade in a park and laid around and ate fresh cherries while Ellen took a nap. Not a bad day. Not bad at all.