Every now and then my darling man and I am trapped - usually on a friday - shortly after work when I again, am a little bit caught of guard - "shit I don't have any plansand it is friday night" - it' s like I figure it our a little bit too late that it's weekend and I just urge for something "special" to do. Until now is has turned out great though - because Copenhagen has gotten a food market place and it's almost like being abroad hanging out there impulsively shopping everything that my stomach urges for -
and for all the semi negative press it has got - I don't care - I might be too pretty, too clean, too much hipster coffee and too much cake - well I am still in love with it ....
