It happened again! I had hours of flat sleep in economy between Melbourne and Bangkok. While I was in Bangkok airport, 5 minutes from boarding the plane to Copenhagen, something made me double-check my booking for the hotel. Instead of 2 nights, I’d only booked 1.
omg.

As soon as I was on the ground in Copenhagen, I fixed it. Phew! Honestly, sometimes I think I shouldn’t be allowed out by myself.

I dumped my bags at the hotel and took the train to the centre of town. My goal for these two days in Copenhagen is to keep as busy as possible to minimise jet lag. Currently I’m now 8 hours behind Melbourne time. It’s going to slide back even further when I get to Iceland.

In Copenhagen’s City Hall is an amazing clock. Read the photo above. What a mechanism to make- and in the middle of a world war, too!

I thought of Dad. He loved clocks and watches, and he would have loved to have seen this.

Outside, Hans Christian Anderson.

I have no idea what he was looking at so intently.

A girl at the info desk in city hall recommended that I go to this museum. What a fantastic recommendation! I spent 4 happy hours here.

Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek was founded by brewer Carl Jacobsen (1842-1914), one of the great industrial magnates of the 19th century and to date the largest Danish art patron.

Carl Jacobsen was a passionate collector. With the earnings from his brewery, Ny Carlsberg, he created a unique collection of art and cultural objects.

In 1888, Carl Jacobsen donated his art collection to the public and began construction of the Glyptoteket. Another donation, this time of the brewer’s rich collection of art from antiquity, followed in 1899. He also financed THe Little Mermaid, which I’ll be seeing when I’m back here in September with the TripaDeal tour.

Here’s a portrait of his wife. Honestly, you’d swear this was a photo.

The museum is built around a massive indoor garden. Imagine what an oasis this would be in the middle of winter?

Look at this poor woman.

A roomful of Rodin? Don’t mind if I do. Scott and I went to the Rodin museum in Paris, so this was a lovely throwback to 10 years ago.

Look at his treatment of the clouds around them. Just beautiful. I can see Wanda the water bottle photobombed them. Yes, she’s along for this trip.

The Prodigal Son. Really, if all you had to go on was art, you’d swear that everyone walked around naked in the olden days.

It took a long time between it being modelled to when in was finally finished.

This one was sad. It’s called Captive Mother.

Pieces are placed to perfectly catch your eye.

There was a whole section devoted to this painting. The exhibition
Degas’ Obsession delves into this one painting and tries to understand the history of the painting and how it relates to Degas’s artistic practice.
This isn’t the actual painting. It’s behind glass and I kept getting tourists reflecting in it.
In all his house moves throughout his life, he kept this one painting with him. This exhibition goes into everything that they’ve discovered that he painted over, altered and reworked. Interesting.

There were lots of his little models, all with such prosaic names. ‘Girl scratching left underarm.’ ‘Dancer examining bottom of left foot.’

Again, another throwback to Paris in 2015. This room was devoted to the restoration of her tutu. See the screen in the background? It’s a 4 minute video.

This was what it looked like before they started. There are a few of ‘The Little Fourteen Year Old Dancer’ sculptures around, and they all have different tutus. Here, they decided to go with what the original dancer of the time probably wore.

Can’t let you go without seeing the back! It’s just as beautiful as the front.

Egyptian mummies.

In the Egyptian section, there was a small group of sculptures and reliefs of Akhenaten and his daughter. I was thrilled. ‘Akhenaten’ by Dorothy Porter is a verse novel that tells his story. I absolutely love it. If you’ve heard of Queen Nefertiti, the most beautiful woman in the world, he’s her husband.
He tried to do away with the multiple gods of Egypt and just have one god, built around the sun, with himself intricately connected to him, of course. He established a new capital city and banned worship of any other gods. When he died, they tried to cover up all evidence of his reign as they went back to the old ways.

This was particularly poignant to see. Poor Meritaten. When her brother died, her father needed a new male heir. There was no one else available to try for another one except her, due to the incestuous rules of the Egyptian pharaohs.
She died in childbirth, and so did her son/brother.

Look! The Thinker! There’s a garden out here somewhere…

When I left the museum, I rounded a corner and found it.

It was beautiful, filled with flowers, lawns for people to picnic and children to play, and sculptures. I sat a

on a seat and ate some rice crackers from the plane and rested my feet. It was nearly 4 pm, my feet were starting to hurt and I was tired.
I made my way back to the hotel, grabbed a burger and climbed into bed at 4:30.

Woke up fresh as a daisy 12.5 hours later. I have one more full day here. Now I have to find out where I’m going on the tour in September, and then see different things. Time for breakfast!

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