Copenhagen's Botanical Gardens

I'm keeping up with my little project of sharing the prettier corners of Copenhagen. I’ve already shared pics from the hidden gem on Pistolstræde and the Copenhagen Royal Ballet. Today, I'm sharing photos from the Botanical Gardens.

It was so nice now that I didn't have to bundle up in three layers, not to mention significantly easier to unlock the phone when it recognizes your fingers as the things clicking your keycode instead of a pair of frozen breakfast sausages. If you live somewhere cold, you know the struggle.

I’m hoping that phase is mostly behind us, but if you've spent any time in Copenhagen, you know the weather is ... volatile. You might start off with a crisp sunny morning and end up with an overcast hailstorm (true story) in the afternoon. It's unreliable at best. If you're visiting in the spring, I recommend carrying a scarf with you, and maybe one extra layer, just in case. Today, though? Today was lovely. The air was soft, the sun was actually warm on my face, and being outside felt like a treat instead of an endurance sport.

If you're visiting Copenhagen and want to check out the Botanical Gardens for yourself, it's ridiculously easy. Hop off at Nørreport metro station and it's a two-minute walk. That's it. No complicated transfers, no getting lost (and trust me, if anyone was going to get lost on a two-minute walk, it would be me. I have the sense of direction of a concussed pigeon).

Now that it's warming up, there are definitely more people wandering around, but it hasn't hit peak tourist crush yet, so it still feels calm and pretty. And if you're into koi, oh my goodness, go say hello to the ones in the pond. They are monsters. Not in a scary way, just in a "how did you get to be the size of a small dog" way. I could watch them for ages.

I didn't go into the palm house or the butterfly house today. I know, I know, some people would consider that the whole point of visiting. But honestly, I just wanted to be outside in the fresh air after months of hibernating, and the grounds themselves are more than enough to justify the trip. The butterflies will still be there next time.

Thanks for stopping in, and I'll see you next time, hopefully from another pretty corner of this city.

PS: If you happen to see a sleeping goose, please, be smart and keep your distance. I watched a grown man nearly end up in the pond today because he decided it would be a fun idea to pester one. Spoiler alert: the goose didn't find it fun, and it decided to give that man an equally unpleasant experience. What followed was one of the most undignified scenes I've ever witnessed, an older gentleman speed-walking (not quite running, bless him) away from a very angry, very determined goose that was absolutely going for him. Wings out, neck extended, full honking rage mode. He made it. Barely. His pride didn’t. Geese are tiny, feathered dinosaurs, and they remember that fact, even if we don't. You have been warned.