Over breakfast on the penthouse floor of the Radisson Blu, the Viking and I discuss the concert from last night and our plans for the day. I forgot to post the views yesterday, so here are some shots:

Man have we made some right choices on this trip. The weather’s perfect for being on the water as temperatures have climbed into the 70s, the breezes are light, and again, a cloudless sky. The vistas are superb and I take way too many pics, but how can I resist?

Until visiting this side of the world, I couldn’t comprehend how deeply ingrained seafaring is in Scandinavians. No wonder the Vikings ruled the waves. Because we loved the canal area and it’s close to where we dock, the Viking and I lunch there, but in a different spot. Our waiters are from Armenia, Siberia, and Lithuania. Not a single Dane.

Did I mention that this happens to be National Jazz Fest week in Copenhagen? Talk about luck and good fortune, first Elton John, now Jazz everywhere. We saunter back to the hotel via the main pedestrian street and stop to have a drink in the many courtyards intersecting the cobblestone paths.

So far, all the cities we’ve visited are organized around two main things; the central train station (Central Station) and a wide, tree lined pedestrian main street (with many offshoots). Outdoor cafes abound and the ambiance is celebratory.

When we return to the Radisson, Glenn and Uffe, the concierges, help us plan our road trip around the country. We organize the car rental and head out to eat.

Remember that tapas restaurant from the first night? Well, we finally find it, and have a yummy meal before retiring.

Cheers,