Copenhagen arrival

We have not been in Copenhagen (except the airport) since 2005, and that of course was well before the conference that doomed Kevin Rudd. Even in 2010 the airport seemed quiet but extensive - getting from the international to domestic terminals was a walk only proposition (probably still is) but felt like about a kilometre that we had to jog after baggage collection to make a tight connection, though was strangely unbusy. The apron still looked as though air traffic control would be relatively relaxing, and aircraft ground speed to the gate seemed to be noticeably sedate by Australian standards. But inside we found that one other flight had pipped us to disgorge passengers and passport control was seriously queued in what looked like a bottleneck of about 3 officers, one dedicated to EU citizens. However since this only involved a stamp, the crowd was disbanded in a few minutes.
However the terminal population now approaches Flinders St station level, so a lot is happening somewhere. The next new thing was the Metro station: upstairs. The ride to our stop in the city in the almost silent, driverless train took 15 minutes and tickets were AUD 6 each.
Our Strand hotel is on a minor canal close to the main tourist drag and we saw a collection of sturdy hotel hire cycles outside. Cycling is a significant transport mode in Copenhagen, which has wide segregated (by kerbs) bike lanes on main streets. The photo is from our garret balcony.
Courtesy of a high recommendation in TripAdvisor the hotel is full, with a large complement of Americans. But the included breakfast justifies the praise- not hot except for boiled eggs, but otherwise a broad and appetising smorgasbord, in a room surprisingly decorated with 5 quality 18-19th century paintings with a portrait, seascape and landscapes.