Over the month I’ve been taking in its sidewalk-level vistas, I get the sense that Copenhagen is a concrete confluence of smooth, pristine, manicured spaces. Things were all seemingly made to fit, sometimes with greater effort (and success) than others. For those that do not fit, though, such mistakes or “overflows” mostly manage to maintain the elegance visible in so many other views of the city. Mistakes can of course be beautiful, too, and I enjoy the cleverness with which some of them have (attempted to have) been concealed.
In the end, it is the “put together” nature of the other elements of Copenhagen’s urban vocabulary that causes its inconsistencies and rough edges to “pop”. Yet, they remain beautiful despite the contrast from their manicured surroundings.