I’m really going to miss this cityscape.

Like, really, really. The view is courtesy of the Church of our Savior, a baroque beauty in the Christianshavn neighborhood of Copenhagen, Denmark. It’s crowning feature is a massive spire, and for a small fee you can ascend the many winding wooden steps up to the top.

But before I get into that — Paper Island!

After Kimi and I did the canal tour, we biked across the Christianshavn bridge to Papirøen. Mmmm, Copenhagen street food.

We oggled the desserts first, per usual.

But then stuck to the more savory, lunch-appropriate stuff.

Big Moroccan flatbread for me, traditional smørrebrød for her.

After lunch we biked over to Christiania, a self-proclaimed autonomous neighborhood (“Freetown”) within Copenhagen.

The place reminds me a bit of a hippie commune, and it’s oh-so-full of character.

They sell hash in the green light district, but since it’s technically illegal in Denmark, they have to be hush hush (hence no photos). It’s a bit of a weird thing – everyone knows they do it, police included, but they mostly get away with it. I think every once and a while the authorities check up on things, but other than that everyone coexists peacefully.

The houses in Christiania are super quirky.

And everything is surrounded by greenery.

I mean! Look at that spaceship of a house out there. Jealous.

Once we’d finished our little Christiania hike, the next touristy item on the list was the Church of Our Savior.

Another hike.

Only this time, it was up a bunch of stairs.

I think it was something like 400 steps.

And totally worth it for the views.

The trip down was pretty sketch. But that’s half the fun, right?

After ascending the tower, we took a gander inside the church.

Cut to: PIZZA.

Right after we’d explored the church, Kimi and I biked back to the inner city to do some shopping. That’s when I got the message from my roommate about how our apartment building was on fire. The next few hours were full of panic and confusion, and at the end of the day we still weren’t sure if our apartment survived.

So, insert comfort food. Ah, pizza. It fixes most things, I think.

xo