When I travel back and forth between Odense and Lindome I end up “missing” a connection in Copenhagen by about 2 minutes … sometimes. Sometimes I would have made it but don’t have a booking on that particular train. I book for one that leaves about an hour later.

I could get into Copenhagen a little later so I wouldn’t have an hour wait, but then I wouldn’t be able to buy a 75cl Carlsberg, bag of peanuts and watch the people walk by.

Páll, from Færøerne, felt like talking. He’s lived in Copenhagen for decades now, a painter (the kind that paints on canvases, not walls). He remarked that he really didn’t connect with Danes. You have to belong to their clique to converse. Swedes and Norwegians, he said, were easier.

That kind of surprised me; but again, … there are all kinds.

We toasted,

I finished my 75cl and he gave me his address.

All with a Leica IIIf (Nathan says they are a babe-magnet … I’m waiting …), 50/3.5 uncoated Elmar, Agfapan 400, 1/30 @ 3.5