Three words for Tivoli at Christmastime: Beautiful. Magical. COLD.
This is the park that inspired Walt Disney’s Disneyland, and I’ve been meaning to go since I got to Copenhagen.
It’s only $16 to get in, and then you pay-per-ride to go on the attractions inside. It’s also smack dab in the middle of the city. I bike by it every time I go to class at the University of Copenhagen, and it’s so trippy to see carnival rides peeking over the enclosed walls.
Tivoli had been closed for a few weeks after the Halloween holiday so that they could dress the park in all its Christmas gear. It opened again on Nov 20 – just in time for Mark’s trip. Woulda been a solid shame to miss this epic Trojan Reindeer thingy.
It had snowed the day before, so all the buildings inside were freshly dusted with the magical white stuff.
Really set the scene.
We walked all of 400 meters before realized we were under-caffeinated and, well, freezing. Coffee to the rescue.
And then it was back out into the cold.
So cold that they had these coal hand warmers stations out and about. (Pretty neat, but I think I’ll take Disneyland’s location in sunny Anaheim over the freezing temps of Tivoli anyday.)
Pit stop for candy.
Not quite the marshmallow and chocolate covered Mickey apples I’m used to, but not half bad either!
Cotton candy? Nah, candy FLOSS.
These turkeys were just casually roaming the park. They made me sad I wouldn’t be enjoying one of their friends this year with my family during Thanksgiving.
So many Rivers of America feels!
The famous Nimb building, modeled after the Taj Mahal.
Gimme all the hot wine, please.
By the time we did the full loop through the park, the sun had set and we were absolutely frozen. We didn’t end up going on any rides, mostly because that fresh wind in our faces would have been misery, but it was still tons of fun. So pretty, so picturesque, and such a winter wonderland of awesome. I’d definitely go back to explore more of the restaurants and shops – plus all the Christmas markets! And hot wine! And warm waffles!
Once back in the warmth of our hotel, it was room service all the way.
Which, honestly, is just an excuse for ALL THE FRENCH FRIES.