HOT HOT HOT. It’s five and I’ve been out of the hotel since ten. At the palace for some time watching the endless parade but I got claustrophobic and left, just as a quick downpour started. I made my way, with difficulty, to the metro, and went to the new opera house. It is quite handsome and quite sterile. After a nibble, I went out to the Vigelund park and then back. Lots of walking, but I made it and am now flopped out. Many many many many kids, it’s what I would imagine spring break would be but much more proper. Lots of boys in suits but loosened collars by now, and downing beers. Many many girls in national dress. I would say seventy five percent of all the women I’ve seen all day are in some variety of national dress, maybe ten percent of men or less.
There was one group I saw early this morning, of mama and papa in national dress, and three girls, one in n.d. And the other two in dress up clothes that really, a whore would wear, and all three of the girls were smoking!!! I guess only one dress gets handed down, so the others could choose their wardrobe!
I was struck by how every shop had a Danish flag, every kebab seller had a Danish ribbon. Kids of all colors wearing national dress!
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