Randers is (where my “sis” and her mom lives, around the corner from each other) a Cozy Scandinavian town, full of Danish HYGGE.
SmilaZ walk from the city center.
An idylic and very small-sized Hotel & Restaurantit’s called Stephansen Hotel & Restaurantit has an old beautiful courthouse right behind itThe street leading up to Stephansens Hotel Restaurant. Which has MY FAVORITE look n feel of all the restaurants I have seen here. This restaurant is called »The Old Pharmacy«.RESTAURANT »The Old Pharmacy« RESTAURANT »Det Gamle Apothek«Music instruments, accross the street.At the next comming traffic light I went exploring (in the rain) a little street on the left, walking on the same side of the music store.
The little houses are not so special, just look neat, but the stone-street itself is beautiful for me.
The view from that old building under consturction/renovation, must be very nice.And this building is getting turned into flats, exactly my type of living-space, old propperly built with good harmless materials, with huge windows, high ceilings and great open space views.Down the stunning stone road comes this old Church, Saint Mortens Hus/House, Right infront of thhe building being turned into flats.And right here we even see the name of this street (with my new perfect flat) as well.
It’s always a nice walk here. Unlike in Berlin. Even if its grey and raining like today, it’s still an environment of pretty eye pleasing coziness with all this beautiful old architecture and enough lowrise buildings to make the sunshine last longer than in Berlin. I do actually feel better with this, Randers, than I do with Berlin.
Back “home”, looking from the kitchen window.Towns rooftops from my “sis” kitchen-window.The ending of a sunny day, feeling that summer’ish atmosphere.Nice unusual kitchen view.We could be having such a beautiful time together, if she wasn’t behaving like she is trying to psycho-terrorize me. Instead I feel like a fool for experiencing that I only have mean people to turn to in my life. For some Jan Zacha reasons ~my dad’s influence I’m in, no doubt it’s from his influence on me growing up, because there was no other mean mean influence in my life, which can fit with this. I dont want anyone with such behaviours in my universe anymore. Now that it has become so overly clear. It’s not even up to me, I know my system will just not allow me to make any future move towards such people, and life has it to make ass-holes sort themselves out of your sphere quite naturally. I let it solve itself for me.
