Compared to Paris, everything in Copenhagen appears tiny and cute – even the palaces. Maybe it is this lack of grandeur and ambition that makes this places so charming and lovable.
I want to pick random landmarks up and put them in my pocket.
Be still thy beating heart.
Do you really, really want that? I guess not.
So, what happens now?
Now, we wait.
Do I hold my breath?
How do you wait without holding your breath?