One entry in this city, and it is the whole reason to come: a building a sculptor made for his own work, and then was buried in the courtyard of.
This is the day I actually had, in July, and would repeat without amendment.
One entry is not a thin page, it is an honest one. I have kept a single building in this city because a single building is what earned it, and I would rather send you to one house properly than to four in a hurry.
Go on foot. The museum sits by the water among government buildings, and the approach across the bridges is half the pleasure — arrive warm and slightly early rather than efficient and on the hour.
July was kind to it, which surprised me: I expected the summer crowd and found the rooms adequate rather than trampled. The afternoon is better spent out of the city entirely — Ordrupgaard is twenty minutes north, and I have not yet taken my own advice.