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| At Louisiana, by Louis |
HAS ANYONE ever thought about the downsides
to living in the world’s happiest place? Because that’s where we are, according to the UN’s survey of global happiness.
What if you wake up in a bad mood? Or on a
campsite with the rain thundering down on your tent (see previous post)? Or
maybe you’re childless and stuck in a job you don’t like, paying exorbitant
taxes to fund the amazing nurseries that allow Scandi mums to live the feminist
dream. Heck, maybe you’re a petrol head who hates bikes, or potentially worse,
given the city’s reputation for two-wheeled glamour – the Copenhagen cycle chic blog is now a Thames & Hudson book for goodness sake – perhaps you just
like cycling in a fleece.
Two days in and the pressure is on, I’ll
admit. Yesterday’s wet start was a challenge but a run along the sea front from
Charlottenlund Fort helped me out (if not Daddy J whom I left battling the
baby’s morning nap). Not least because I ticked at least three boxes on my
Scandi stereotype scorecard: naked Danish man emerging from a dip; modernist
architectural gem of a service station; and a PH lamp dangling
in someone’s front room.
And with enough breaks in the clouds, I’d
defy anyone to feel miserable after a trip to the stunning Louisiana modern art
museum, half an hour’s drive up the coast. Then again, perhaps I’d have been
happier had my bank account stretched to more in the shop than a Copha watch
for Father’s Day. I know DJ would have smiled more if I’d allowed him to feast
on the café’s Nordic buffet rather than picnic on my rotting avocado and
Camembert rolls.
The real test, though, would be today and
the cycling trip we had planned around one of the world’s top cycling cities
for an Indy on Sunday photo op. Would the baby live the dream in the
Christiania bike I’d lined up from the guys at Baisikeli? Or would he reveal his
London roots by grumbling his way round? What’s more, could I be happy peddling
around in a scratch outfit pulled together on a campsite?
Screw it up and I might as well be in the
UK where at least there’s no pressure to smile all the time.
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