Still a bit bleary eyed from my night out at the Tivoli, the next morning I headed with my family to Copenhagen’s National Museum. I’m not going to write about that here simply because this museum and Aarhus’ archaeology museum in Moesgaard deserve their own post so I can go into overdrive getting bizarrely excited about Danish Prehistoric and Viking artefacts.
Anyway having spent the whole morning in this museum and even then we only managed to see one and a half of the galleries, after lunch we crossed the road to the Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek, an art gallery funded by the family of cheap beer fame.
The gallery mainly consists of 19th century classical sculptures as well as examples of the Roman and Greek styles that influenced them. Whilst many of the sculptures were nothing much to write home about in my opinion, unless you’re a fan of naked heroes with random bits of fabric draped over their shoulders, the surroundings of the gallery itself make it an enjoyable place to visit. The central courtyard of the gallery is a picturesque palm house – until you spot the statue I “fondly” call “Babymageddon.” No words in my opinion fully encapsulate the awfulness.
After this we set sail the
high seas canals of Copenhagen for a boat tour which essentially shows you the whole of Copenhagen with the exception of the Rosenberg castle. You even get to see the Little Mermaid statue, which is incredibly underwhelming, little being the operative word. Personally it was more interesting seeing the military barracks surrounding a large Danish flag where cannons are fired every morning to honour the national flag. The guide in the boat also described Christianshavn, the area where we stayed as modelled on Amsterdam, however you feel the architects hadn’t actually seen the Dutch capital.
We spent most of the next day out of town but in the evening, my brother and I visited the aquarium, walking in on piranha feeding time. According to the fishkeeper (what do you call someone who works in an aquarium?) these creatures are incredibly misunderstood and only scavengers. Although having seen them scavenge I still won’t being going for a swim in piranha infested waters anytime soon. I’m also still confused about why the shop sold fishing rods – I thought aquariums liked their fish alive.
On our last day in Copenhagen we spent most of it wandering around the places we hadn’t visited such as the rather empty neo-classical Vor Frue Kirke and the Thorvaldsens Museum. This museum like the Ny Carlsberg is again filled with neo-classical sculpture except this time all by one 19th century sculptor – the eponymous Thorvaldsen. The gallery contained all the actual works or casts of his entire career ft. large quantities of cherubs and naked people. Not really my cup of tea to put it mildly.
Having eaten an all-you-can-eat buffet lunch to make up for the fact we probably weren’t going to have dinner due to all travelling, my brother and I headed up the Rundetarn. Unlike most European city towers with rooftop views, this particular one had a twist – no steps. Christian IV instead constructed a spiral ramp so he could ride his horse to the top of his personal observatory. Empress Catherine I of Russia even ascended the tower in a carriage during a visit to Denmark. Unfortunately we only had our feet and the Danish weather made the view thoroughly drizzly but it was a nice way to say goodbye before dashing to catch flights and in my case get the ferry to Jutland to see bog bodies galore and more.