I’ve come to be very fond of traveling in the off season. I dislike heat even more than I dislike crowds, so it works well for trips to Europe.
However, there are drawbacks.

This is an entrance to Tivoli, the second-oldest operating amusement park on the entire earth. It is beautiful, or at least its tall parts are. Because I was there in February, I only got to peek at towers and spires tall enough to be visible over its containing walls and gates. I had the same feeling about Skansen in Stockholm, where the animals were mostly in hibernation while I was there. I’ll save it for next time – another year, another season.
There were a few other things I missed while in Copenhagen, so I’m already looking forward to going back. (I kinda already was when I was there, when I saw how beautiful it was and how relatively few hours I had there.) The current list includes:
- The Dome of Visions
- Having dinner, like at all, because I didn’t, not in the entire three nights I was there. Travel schedules are weird.
- Drinking a flood of Mikkeller beer (though I did at least make it to a bottle shop)
- Roaming more and taking in even more of the endlessly intricate buildings
- The National Museum of Denmark – by the time I’d arrived, I was kind of historied out, so I focused on art
- More pastries*
But Tivoli rubs the most right now. I have a deep love of theme parks (and themed parks), so it’s a pretty major bookmark.
As ever: in time.
*I just finished watching The Great British Bake-Off, so I’m kinda feeling this way about every single place I go to ever, including San Francisco for work. More pastries. Always more pastries.


















In November, Sweden and Denmark were not on the hazy, voluminous to-travel-to list I keep in my head. The top contenders right now are Peru, Mexico, Montreal, Washington DC, Thailand, and (of course) France. But almost everywhere that doesn’t limit the rights of women, sexual minorities, or anyone considered gender variant is a contender, so it’s hardly a limiting list. I liked 















The finale of the tour (and this is saying something for a tour that started with oh just the room where the Nobel bloody Banquet is held) was the Golden Hall, made of millions of tiles and about 10 kg of gold, sandwiched ever so thinly between tiny panes of clear glass. The post-banquet ball is held here, but I feel like even that scintillating company would pale a bit next to the very vivid tales going on in the enclaves and on the walls.












