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festlig Oplevelse i det populære Etablissement el
ler i den mondæne Københavner-Restaurant »Wi-
vel«, der ligger ud til Gaden. Saa passerer vi »
Fri
hedsstøtten
« (Monumentet til Minde om »Stavns-
baandets Løsning«), der staar midt paa Plateauet
over Boulevardbanen udfor det forsænkede Spor
areal foran
Hovedbanegaardens
Facade. Til ven
stre herfor ligger en Privatbygning, hvor
Dansk
Folkemuseum,
indtil en Nyordning finder Sted,
town hall lies cool and shiny, as an open newly
waslied ante-room to the town’s house, on the steps
of which the labour organizations have placed a
liuge bronze bowl, now containing flowers.
Look, there comes the first morning tram
swaying lightly through Vestervoldgade in towards
Raadliuspladsen. How little it looks in the long
perspective of the sireet which opens widely into
the square where the hundred meter high walls of
Frederiksberg Have. — Frederiksberg Park. — Jardin de Frederiksberg. — Frederiksberg Garten.
har tilhuse med sine fortrinlige Samlinger af Al
muekunst, Dragter, Husflid Kunstindustri og ku l
turhistoriske Interiører. Ude til højre anes som en
Luftning fra den lange Række indenbys Søer, der
strækker sig med Haver og Promenader langs de
res Bredder helt ud til Østerbro.
Saa lukker Gaden sig sammen om Udsigten,
svinger over den lille Plads, Vesterbros Torv, foran
Det nye Teater
og
Eliaskirken,
forbi
Den konge
lige Skydebanes
smukke gamle Bygning (tv.), for
straks efter at stode til Frederiksberg Allé, hvor
Friskheden og de grønne Træer paany tager fat
for ikke mere at aflade paa denne Kant af Byen.
Frederiksberg Allé,
der fører fra Vesterbrogade
ud til Frederiksberg Runddel, er anlagt 1700—1703
the Raadhus tower rise vertically up from the
pavement; the clock up there over the balconies at
a dizzy height suddenly thunders out he tones of
the four verses of the watchman which now fly as
an invisible flock of pigeons over the square
out over the town and liarbour, to be followed by
the ponderous boom of the hour strokes the ring of
which seems to tell of sun and air and sea.
Now the syren of a steamer in the Sound is heard,
and also this sound, whicli is typical of Copen-
hagen, seems for a moment to hover quivering
above the spire of the Raadhus tower, as if it were
the crowing of the} gilded weather cock itself.
We jump on the tram and now swing in a curve
past the
Dagmar theaire
across
Axel Torv
entering
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