Our final day in Copenhagen, and breakfast at Café Granola was how we chose to end our trip. The café has a very retro vibe to it; every detail, from the shop signage, to the tiles, to the menu card, is done in a nostalgic ’30s style. The food didn’t disapppoint, either. They have quite a breakfast selection, and I went with the medium set, which was essentially a platter of lovely grainy Danish bread, cheese, jam, Danish butter, and muesli with Greek yoghurt, compote and fruits. Oooooh yeah.
We took a bus from Central Station to the Nørrebro neighbourhood, where we sought out Coffee Collective, a tiny coffee shop which sells (pretty good) coffee – and not much else. They roast their beans themselves, in-house, as anyone who walks in can immediately tell from the huge roaster occupying the furthest end of the shop. They had a few croissants, but we just got coffee and bought a couple of pastries from the bakery opposite. There isn’t much seating space inside Coffee Collective itself, but there’s a table just outside that can seat a small group of people. We sat there in the lovely weather with our coffee and pastries, chatting and watching the morning go by. Bliss.
We started the day off with breakfast at a nearby Emmerys, a chain of small bakery-cafés. After scoffing down the delicious cinnamon roll, we walked to Nyhavn, passing Radhusplasen, the Happy Wall, and Strøget on the way. It was a beautiful sunny morning, and everyone was sitting outdoors, enjoying the gorgeous weather.
The plane touched down on time, at precisely 12:15pm. The airport is pretty big; we flew EasyJet, which meant we had to walk from one end of the terminal to the other – all of 10 minutes. We took the train to Copenhagen Central Station, and from there walked to the hotel, which was nearby. The weather was lovely – sunny and breezy. I’d read that Copenhagen is one of the best cities in Europe for getting around by bicycle, and that 75% of Danes own bikes, half of whom use them on a regular basis. This was confirmed the moment I stepped out of the Central Station; about a gazillion bicycles were parked outside. On the roads, there were perhaps more cyclists than there were cars.