Being Elite - Spring 2013 travel blog

Rosenborg Castle

Rosenborg Castle

crown

sitting room

ornate ceiling

inlaid table

potluck dish?

throne

real thrones

Hans Christian Anderson

Rosenborg garden

maze-like garden

Christiana

Christiana

graffiti artist


The day started with rain, but the forecast promised clearing at 10am, so we headed for a nearby restaurant with a nice breakfast buffet (only $17.50 per person) and tried to eat enough to last the day and slowly so that the rain would stop by the time the meal was over. As we watched cold and wet locals arrive at the restaurant, we were amazed how many of them chose to eat outside. Each chair came with a blanket and the tables had umbrellas, but there was plenty of space inside the warm, cozy restaurant with us. Perhaps the Danes get so tired to being cooped up in the long, dark winters that they crave being outside, even in the relatively warm rain. Seemed crazy to us...

You might think we would be tired of visiting castles by now, but the Rosenborg Castle got rave reviews and houses the crown jewels, so we decided to give it a try. Touring the inside of a castle is not hampered by showers. There were many things we enjoyed about Rosenborg besides its expected over the top decor. It charged us geezer rates which brought the price down to a point that a poor American would find reasonable. We were allowed to take photos inside. Each room and some of its contents had a scan code like the ones you use at the grocery store. We got our phones, scanned the bar code, and had as much background information as we wanted to know at our finger tips. Some of the items, like the music box, even came with little videos so you could see and hear it in operation. Pretty slick!

The manicured grounds are open to the public and we joined many local families enjoying what came to be a sunny Saturday. The tulips and azaleas were done blooming and the roses were not quite ready so the garden was mostly green. There wasn't a weed in the place. When we wanted to take one more photo of the castle, we noticed it was surrounded by thick crowds which did not move. When we went back to the ticket building where Ken had checked his knapsack, we were surprised to find that we could not get in from the garden. Apparently there had been a small fire inside the castle and no one was allowed to move in or out. Some tour groups got separated when some were inside and some had already exited. We waited on a bench on the grounds more than an hour until the all clear was given. It seemed poorly handled. Ken's bag was nowhere near the castle and no one would get it for him. If our schedule had been tighter, we would have been really frustrated. All's well that ends well.

On the hop on hop off bus we had noticed a colorful stop in a neighborhood called Christiana. Our guide book said nothing about it, but we decided to investigate. I cannot compare it to anywhere else we have ever been. It looked like the site of a collection of old manufacturing plants and warehouses that had been taken over by hippies thirty years ago. People still live there communally. Most of the buildings were in bad shape and covered with bright paint and graffiti. The middle of the neighborhood was posted in many spots saying that photos were forbidden. A closer examination revealed why. Numerous dealers were selling drugs right out in the open. Every so often the sweet smell of marijuana hung in the air. No one seemed to care that we were there, but it just wasn't our kind of place. I guess we're castle people!

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