afternoon social

the afternoon walk couldn’t have been further apart ambient wise than the morning. on the way was proud that i could use the trains in a non traditional method. with the regularity of trains i can hop off at copenhagen central, use the rest room and catch the next one out refreshed and ready for another walk.
it was the afternoon where i had to try to be a social being as i was to head over to the galleries of those who were a the private view. off at the østerport station heading to bredgade without deviation. the galleries were along it someplace knew the names but numbers i forgot. an avenue of cafés hotels and posh shops mixed in with the galleries and not being a new yorker was shocked at the layout of them - large open plan rooms. usually steps up to different levels to the point where i felt that i should be in black tie as one felt more like entering one of the ante-rooms of the many palaces.

stopped at the usual places - cafés with places still outside, here the places had lit candles, købmand shops - think they should be called mr. købmand, but beginning to worry about my credibility of being here, also made snaps of the russian church and the marble church. of course tried to maintain my cool detached manner by forcing them into messy compositions. thankfully no one was in even though they said they would be, one gave me a mobile phone number which sealed his fate.

a problem with being a tourist who doesn’t speak the language. people are too polite. when asking directions to another gallery instead of simply being given a number - as in it is number 22 bredgade - which would make the search easier, i would get go beyond the little square and the gallery is right there it has beautiful light. needless to say i walked that section of bredgade three times before i found it.

but it was to the best as i went too far and ended up in kongens nytorv - which was an exciting visual mess, chairs gathered together for the winter with a statue of a man sitting in front of the theatre. photographed pølser stands with rolex adverts behind it. people eating in the café of the hotel d’angleterre the mixing of stalls with the street furniture and construction diversions.







rang - yeah yeah i know - claus from there as we were to meet up at the photographic centre. we were to meet at amagertorv in 15 minutes and forgetting how compact the city centre is i panicked. raced there making no stops along the way - well a couple at interesting street corners, well maybe more than that as it was duckish and the lights were equalising.

in my wanderings i had passed the building and we would do so again as the gallery was closed for a new hanging. headed over to a café in strædet.

how nice not to have to drink out of paper or plastic, great not to have to shout “for here” and still not get crockery, to not have someone assume that you wouldn’t sit but would take it to graze along the street.

chatted of the art scene, the link between my artcrap and his crapbooks.

dark, i needing to go back and prepare dinner and he having to buy a few things before the shops - sanely - close at 17:00 we walk back to the kongens nytorv metro station - trains every two minutes and their are driver-less. cool.