|That observation tower is the symbol of Dragør Town|
I spent an absolutely wonderful afternoon in Dragør, a waterfront village just on the other side of Copenhagen airport from the Central City. My hosts were my friends, the Nygaard family.
Meet three quarters of the Nygaard family.
|Frederik, Marie and Pernille|
I had a typical Danish lunch at the Nygaard home, consisting of two kinds of pickled herring (plain and curried). The curried was quite delicious. I did not try the pork liver and bacon, invoking the excuse that it was outside my dietary restrictions because it had wheat gluten in it. It looked awesome in that it was covered with perfectly-cooked bacon, but actually I just wimped out in fear of pig liver. The wheat gluten did not stop me from eating the traditional Danish style meat balls (pork, not beef).
I also was too gutless to eat the salty, beef stock gelatin that was an accompaniment. The selection of Danish cold cuts was delicious, all available to be made into the traditional Danish style open-faced sandwiches. What I ate was delicious so, looking back, I should have been more adventurous with the hardcore Danish dishes on my plate. (Yes, I am seriously and legitimately regretting the fact that I did not even try the beef stock gelatin.)
Lunch filled me up. So we set off to explore Old Town Dragør, which is what they would call it if it were in Maryland or Virginia.
|Your house must be painted yellow in Old Town Dragør|
|Seriously. Yellow is the law|
|Translation: the Little Butcher|
|Boats in Dragør harbor|
|The bridge is sort of visible in this picture|
|Frederik and Marie|
|Frederik (L) and I (R)|