Things are more peaceful these days, but it appears the pace of modern life does not enter these gates. When Michael Jackson visited the park in the early '90s, local legend says he asked to buy it, but was politely told it was not for sale. Tivoli employees, Danish or not, are uniformly neat, polite, and available when needed. Rides are exhilarating, but really, there isn't a hell-raiser in the place. The gardens enchant even those whose botanical knowledge barely differentiates between trees and grass.
Radiant roses face violet thistle, Dutch tulips bow to a dapple of daisies.
In a single year, upwards of 135,000 new bulbs are planted. Despite their quantity, subtlety is key. The trees, including sprays of willow and bamboo, thrive in natural splendor, and are not carved into obtuse topiaries. Understatement, again, is everything. So true, my Danish husband Jesper agrees, before hopping atop a giant, red plastic fish.