Tine came over Wednesday afternoon. The sun was blazing down on the city and we made coffee and had scones on my roofterrace overlooking the chimneys and the zoo tower in the distance.
Thursday was NP's 19th birthday, and I went to Fredensborg to have breakfast with the rest of the family. Tradition says you can't have a birthday in our family without French toast - and of course flowers around the plate. Which makes it sort of boring when your birthday is in December where all nature is usually hiding under a coat of snow...
Rosa waiting to see if someone accidentally drops a piece of French toast...
Sky over Fredensborg.
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