Early June Days in Copenhagen

Sunday thru Wednesday June 2-5 we spend in CPN as you know. Gorgeous weather, no rain, mix of sun and clouds, about 70 degrees. Our airbnb is so spacious, clean and has an interior courtyard with some greenery and a few tables. A clothes drying rack. Bike shed - long and just wide enough for the length of the bikes - running along one side of the grassy courtyard and it's a rough wood structure that will have even more vines covering it soon. Since it's Europe and we're smoking, we're out here a bit. There is a 7/11 diagonally across the street - nice for incidentals like cold water or smokes. We love our home here. We continue to walk like troupers, so so much. I could do a post on my feet thruout Europe. I'm still in recovery mode. The trip and the bronchitis. The air quality. The cats. Getting a massage today. soon. yay. So necessary. We'll have been home one month on the sixth and this is massage number two. Keep 'em coming, I say. Performing has been hell, so exhausting. But this is the month of 'luxury routines' coming back into my life and, hence, massage.
So, leaving CPN was really the worst part of our trip. I won't dwell but I got lightheaded/nauseous/almost inert in the early morning. We had a flight to Paris at noon and struggled to make it to the airport. We got 'busted' on the metro for our tickets - we had bought 24 hours ones, we thought! - and with the sickness delay etc...our authoritarian Danish supermodel of a metro policewoman was, in hindsight, funny. She looked at me, at the very end, with her seaglass green eyes, very strong eye contact "you understand now what you must do?". No, but bitch I'm getting on a plane soon, not soon enough but....  I nod, solemnly, yes. The couple across from me smile sympathetically. A young woman walks with us toward the airport a few minutes later and says '  don't worry, they will forgive the first time' .  So we were off with a flourish. SAS airline was fine to Paris. We sadly bid adieu to M. - his flight for LA is tomorrow morning and he'll eat the crepe we didn't get to (le petit grec, Rue Mouffetard) and see Edith at Pere since we had to leave at closing the other day and missed her during our visit.

adieu,
Moi