October 8, 2004
Although I'm happily stay-in-town for the time being, for years I indulged a lively fantasy of a year somewhere in a small Western European city, defined by the rhythm of cafe, newspaper, long architecturally-atmospheric strolls, and a portable project of no great importance.
The flavor of one of those mornings, pale chill hazy light, not yet time to call in at the cafe, pours through right here at home with this (click at DR klassisk in the upper right). As Peter Robinson observes, there's something about beautiful music with commentary in another language.
Even the hourly newcasts sound melodious. (How they’d sound to anyone who actually understood Danish, I cannot say.)
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