After Carlsberg, my dad and I trekked back into downtown. We grabbed some open-faced sandwiches to keep us going. The sandwich shop was so small that we had to sit outside. The little kid in the background of this photo was alone outside while his grandmother went in to get coffee. That's still a normal thing in Denmark, though there was that CNN story a few years back about a Danish mother in New York City in major trouble for leaving her child outside a store. This child had a surprising range of facial expressions for someone so small, and he seemed to be carrying on a complicated conversation with his grandmother (of course any conversation in Danish is complicated to me). Funny. The expression he had on his face when I was taking pictures of food was even funnier.
We checked out a few home stores including Illiums Bolighus and Bodum, where my dad finally found his replacement French press carafe and I drooled over new mug designs. We also stopped in the Church of Our Lady, which is a major contrast to Jesuskirken. Austere interior with cream-colored walls. We took a quick pass around the tall, white marble statues of the Disciples that line the interior, and I'm realizing now that one of them held a square--another masonic symbol. Working on National Treasure II over here :) This was Copenhagen as we crossed the road to the train station.