Our second stop after Copenhagen was Odense, famous as Hans Christian Andersen's home town. That's his house on the left, turned now into a museum. Nearby is a restaurant called, predictably enough, the Ugly Duckling. Or at least have their feathers ruffled by the insult of the establishment's name. By, a historical village composed of buildings rescued from all over the country and then lovingly restored.
Every trade is represented here, from clothing and saddle making to printing and photography.
The brewery was one of my favorite buildings, even if it wasn't operational. Its greatest significance is as a transfer point to Sweden, a mere 4km away by ferry. As a result of this proximity and the differences in Danish and Swedish governmental policies, the town does a fantastic business selling alcohol and other goods that their Swedish neighbors are trying to tax out of existance. People in this part of the world are justifiably proud of their seagoing heritage. And despite a short season and high prices many of them practice that heritage.