Copenhagen is so close to Sweden that it is easy to forget that you are crossing a border. A 35 minute train ride takes you from the centre of Copenhagen to the centre of Malmö, and once you get there everything is not only cheaper but also in a subtle way different. Understanding the language is not too difficult to anyone who worshipped Pippi Longstocking and Emil on Swedish TV from an early age. But the Swedes will look at you like a deer caught in the headlights if you start speaking Danish, ours really must be a frightening language to a foreigner.
But fortunately some still manage to break down the barriers. The other day I came across a Danish/Swedish wedding reception held in the public park Orstedsparken. The wedding mobile, a white Christiania cargo bike, was decorated with the mandatory "licence plate" and white tulle. I am not a wedding crier, but I have a feeling I would have made an exception at this one.
Nygifta / just married