OK, so I’m taking candid photos of attractive women again, but the light fell just right so I kinda had to.
Cafe ‘København’ (and all its menus have the quotation marks on them) resides in Copenhagen airport, where I changed planes on the way home from Norway.
I haven’t always spent this much time travelling, you know. It really started to take off (ha ha) around the middle of 2010, the first time I came to Bergen (and Scandinavia) in fact; since then I have averaged a trip a month, and in 2012 more than that. That’s just the way my job works now, I have little commutes (to Manchester) and big commutes (usually to Bergen or Moscow) and beyond the time they take they all feel rather much the same now. It ain’t glamorous. It’s just work.
Being 42 