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.