changing of the guard at amalienborg palace
Every day at noon, the guards that protect Denmark’s royalty at Amalienborg Palace in Copenhagen are relieved by new ones from Rosenborg Castle. When we went to catch the event yesterday, we were ushered into the centre of the square and kept a safe distance from the marching procession by the politi (police).
But first, a 55-kroner Danish breakfast at Generator hostel.
Josefine (Denmark—my new rule is to mention each person’s home country on first reference on Pencilprism) led the way to the palace through light flurries and quiet Sunday streets.
We’d only been in town for a night, but Amy (Australia) had already found true love.
I don’t think the guards were allowed to smile.
After our obligatory visit to the ultimately underwhelming Little Mermaid (Den lille havfrue) statue, we met up with the rest of our program at Generator and went out for a night on the town. I got plenty of paparazzi practice with my flashgun, and I know my new international friends are anxious to see the results. But it’s time to run—it’s day one of our trip on the journalistic side of things. Meetings with the European Environmental Agency and Berlingske Media await!