I have fond, fond memories of a year or so spent in Kobenhavn, lingering on the Walking Street and wandering the glades in the beautiful park, braving the icy winds on the waterfront in the dead of winter, coming home at 3 AM from a night of pubcrawling in midsummer and finding it was still an hour before sundown! And playing blues and other fine stuff at a little place called the Purple Door, run by a photographer named Old Jo Banks. I doubt it is still there (this was over twenty years ago) but it is firmly fixed in my mind as a Favorite City.

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