On my way to one of those summer evening events yesterday, I passed by a small gathering of men mesmerised by someone I immediately recognised as HC Andersen. I know, he's been dead a couple of 100 years, but I tell you it was him. I don't know where he came from or where he was going, and it seemed wrong to ask him such inappropriate questions, so I just took in the magic of the moment, and caught a few shots of him from a distance. He was telling the guys stories, and they were like a group of children, applauding at the end of every story. HC was taking it in stride, and when I came around the other side to get at picture of this face, he looked in my direction and said: "I am not here". Real Copenhagen summer magic.
As timing would have it, Mikael from Copenhagen Cycle Chic has made a really cool site with a time machine taking you through the life of HC Andersen, you should give it a try (just hit the time machine button when you get there).