On the way we got caught up in the Copenhagen Pride Parade and stopped for at least 40 minutes, mesmerised by truck after truck of all singing, all dancing men, women, drag queens, and every kind of gendered identity you could imagine. It was fantastic, seeing so many individuals (and so many children, so many supporters of gay rights, normative families, elderly people) simply partying, having a great time, and celebrating every aspect of the 'gender' spectrum. It really warmed my heart.
|What a city :)|
|The buses usually have Danish flags|
Then we had coffee and wrote lists of impossible Danish words for a while.
Then we went (yet again) to Paludan bogcafe, where we split the biggest plate of tagliatelle ever and a berry smoothie, and then I had to go to work and was sad.