This is post #7 of our 2016 Copenhagen-Stockholm 2016 trip.
Tuesday morning I had my passport, my receipts from the Marimekko store (for my VAT refund) and the idea that I would find chocolate at the Magasin store, and so I descended into the Metro station, determined to figure this out. I was in the elevator with a nice young woman and her buggy-with-a-baby, and she explained it all to me as we descended. Which went really well, until she said, “to get on, you just swipe your pass here,” and indicated the place, only I had no pass. She smiled and I waved good-bye as I went up one flight of stairs to the convenience shop, which I’d been told would sell me a ticket.
Nope, so I went up one more level to find the ticket machine, where I had my escapade mentioned in the last post. But finally getting my ticket, I went back downstairs three levels and got on the nice shiny new Metro car and went one stop to the Magasin Department Store, which is kind like our Nieman Marcus, or equivalent, I guess. When I got out, it was raining –or– misting very heavily, and of course, the forecast said no rain, so my umbrella was at the hotel.
I always check for earrings, or some other costume jewelry to purchase, but all they had was real gold and real silver, so I asked where the VAT refund was and they said top floor. I found the place, but there was a line. I’d read somewhere that you have to take a ticket whenever you stand in line, so I grabbed one from the ticket dispenser and waited my turn.
It was all for naught, as apparently there are two VAT refund companies at work in Scandinavia and the one Marimekko used was not the one that could refund money at this place. But I could show it at the airport, she said, which sounds great until you’ve done it once, and I had, so I realized that I’d just donated to their tax-dollars-at-work system. But I could investigate the chocolate!
The chocolate, according to the woman I met at Nyhavn, was in the basement, which was under construction, but I found the rows of shelves, and immediately started to try to calculate the prices. The bars at the top run about $14 and the one at the bottom is $17. I found a young woman to help me, and she steered me to Guld Barre, the ones at the top of the post. They were around $1.50–much more affordable.
I was going to walk on further, but because of the rain and the anxiety about finding my way around the Metro and their convoluted ticketing system for tourists, I decided to head on back to the hotel. I could buy a 24-hour pass, but the price was around $20 and I didn’t think it would be cost-effective, given that the bulk of the area I was going to move in was away from the two Metro lines.
It wasn’t until I found this map (full-size here, in case some else can use it) that I began to survive the Copenhagen Metro system. I downloaded it onto my phone and continually pinched it larger to navigate around town. But for now, I just wanted to head home.
My ticket was good for one full hour anywhere on the system, so I descended three levels below and waited in their nifty little place for you to wait: tucked inside that line where it says “Vent” (which means “Wait). And of course, the doors line up perfectly with the dots. I was supposed to meet Dave back at the hotel, but when I came out, I saw this:
I knew what Stof meant: fabric! Since the sun was now shining, I took that to be a sign, so I went in and explored. It was on two levels, small, with similar fabrics on the second floor as on the first, with variations.
I purchased a half-meter off two of these rolls of cotton. “Small suitcase,” I explained to the woman, when she asked “only a half-meter?” and who was most helpful.
I also purchased some buttons, shown here in their tubes (right).
When we met up again, Dave showed me this great snapshot of a man carrying chair on his bicycle, snapped while Dave was walking back to the hotel.
We went over the Food Hall and gazed at the sandwiches.
We ended up with three: the potato/onion/crispy onions (above), the roast pork with watercress, bacon and berries (below), and…
…roast beef with shredded horseradish, crispy onions and mustard pickles as well as dill pickle slices.
We sauntered over to the chocolate that I’d seen before: filled chocolate frogs.
When I asked the saleswoman “why frogs?” she just shrugged her shoulders and said, “We see them a lot in Spring.” I translated this to mean “I have no idea–they are just what they are.”
Across the way was this small shop: Summerbird, with its chocolate-enrobed almonds.
They let us try a few, and we liked the mint the best. It’s coated in rhubarb powder to make it pink.
The lemon and the chocolate frogs came home with us. Time for a break, so Tuesday afternoon found us trying to ignore all the sounds outside our open windows, while catching a few minutes of sleep, a tourist’s prerogative.