Robyn and I just returned from an evening stroll. It's barely 6:30PM and the city is already alight with fireworks of all sorts. It's a lovely scene, actually: a low-hanging sky of thick clouds lit up with colorful explosions, the horizon full of descending, spiraling tendrils of fluorescent color and sparkle. Streams of perfectly-coiffed Danes in dark suits, thin ties, and ball gowns are pedaling their way to various parties. And naturally, this idyllic scene is punctuated by the occasional blast of a firework--no color, just noise--that sounds far too big and lethal to be legal.
Ahh, yes. New Year's celebrations have begun in Copenhagen.