After a lavish breakfast included in the tour’s hotel accommodation, our group of nine assembled in the lobby under the leadership of a local guide.  Its membership fluctuated throughout the ten days allotted, probably as a result of low enrollment. This was reflected in the decision to use public transportation rather a van to take us to appointed attractions. At first I liked that option, but it turned out that the initial destination–the statue of The Little Mermaid in a remote section of the harbor– demanded a long, fast paced and uninteresting trudge from the subway that was onerous for the heavy-set limping Australian housepainter and us two octogenarians. That little landmark, widely forewarned on the web as a disappointing trap, was packed with tour buses and crowds of people elbowing their way to a railing to snap selfies with the icon.  The rest of the three hour directed excursion offered little improvement, and we were relieved to be released to our own recognisance to return to the hotel, rest and explore further.

Sharing our early interests in Viking age culture–reinforced for me by the recent audiobook, Embers of the Hands by Eleanor Barraclough I’d heard on the flight from San Luis Obispo–we returned to the National Museum to an exhibit emphasizing the neglected female perspectives of the fearsome Nordic conquerors.

One entered through an “immersive” multimedia show dramatizing occult roles and rituals of Scandinavian wise women.

That led to galleries displaying real artifacts and captions detailing new discoveries and research. One was a gold pin similar to a replica that Jan often wore

It depicted a favorite Scandinavian favorite theme of furious sea monsters like the ones I remembered in Ezra Pound’s translation from the Anglo Saxon of “The Seafarer.”

This item is supposed to represent either a Valkyrie or the Goddess Freya.

A sidewalk cafe nearby provided a welcome glass of wine and early dinner

Afterwards Jan went back to the hotel and I walked to the Arts Academy where we’d been the day before and roamed through its courtyard featuring posters promoting avant-garde political/cultural themes that recalled our own visions during the 1960’s

at the age of its present day students.

This was probably the same age as the Israeli pianist who again thrilled the small audience

Back at the Royal SAS, I grudgingly enjoyed the 12th floor panoramic view looking down into Tivoli Gardens and the Central Railroad station.

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