For years I’d been yearning to visit the Thorvaldsen Museum in Copenhagen. I’ve always felt it’s pull, a calling almost, from a kindred spirit of another time. It exceeded all my greatest expectations and came away inspired and also mildly depressed I did not live in the Thorvaldsen Museum in Copenhagen. To tell the truth, I feel like that when I visit any good museum.
Note: the grand piano in the right hand corner for scale.
