While lying in bed Sunday morning enjoying the cool air from the open window wafting over us I began to hear the sound of cheers and applause from the street below. I got up, looked out the window and saw a number of recumbent bicycles go by a half block from our hotel. We discovered that it was the day of the Copenhagen Marathon. After showering and getting dressed we walked to the corner to watch the runners. The elite pack passed us followed by others, some in groups carrying balloons. Some wore bright pink in support of breast cancer research and those suffering through or having survived the disease. One particularly cheeky woman sped by wearing a pink tutu, her large, muscular, barechested male running companion in pink bike shorts,
We returned to the shopping mecca we had discovered the night before to search for mementos of our trip. Shortly we had bags filled with Christmas ornaments, a toy for our cat and amber jewelry. At one point in our wanderings we discovered a glass covered atrium surrounded by shops. Inside sculpted figures looked down at us from above the centuries old doorways of the stores there.
The tower of the late 19th century Copenhagen City Hall came into view. Across the street was the world famous Tivoi Gardens amusement park, which we had plans to visit late that afternoon. We checked our watches to time the walk from the park to the hotel that we would be taking after grabbing lunch and a cat nap.