On Sunday we decided to go for a walk around one of the lakes that separates Christianshavn from Amager. I suggested that we walk through Christiania, since it was on the way, and because it’s strange to me that we live so close to it but almost never go there.
We got there, and we could hear some singing on pusher street. This naturally made us curious, so we decided to walk by on our way to the lake. I was taking pictures of some of the sights, and, just as I’d finished saying, “We really should come through here more often” we were kind of sidled by a young guy that said, “Hey, how’s it going — where you from?” It wasn’t really asked like a question, and we both took is as a prelude to a sales pitch. Christiania is notorious for drugs, and so we both ignored him and kept walking. Read More →

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