The fishing village of Dragor is 10 minutes from Copenhagen's modern Airport, yet 2 or 300 years away from life as we know it.
The people who built it where traders and captians of tall ships, who almost certainly took the image of Dragor with them to sustain them over the rough and salty months at sea. Like cold Hobbits longing for The Parish, their night fantasies would probably zoom in on the domestic: the sweet wife awaiting them by the fireside, larder stocked with the berry jams she picked and preserved from the summer garden, baby on the way.
Due to photographic incompetence, the loveliest of Dragor is not shown here: Amythyst colored fish layed out for sale by the burly man who caught them, 'fast food' fish, just whisked from their shoal and ready to be eaten before the chimney in which they were smoked. The scent of birchsmoke was familiar, the scent of 'lapsang-souchong'.
I do believe there are tuna about the size of this fishing boat. Don't get too ambitious, mate.
Wooden boats rock
Perfect decoration for a jewel-like window
Every home had a tiny 'edge garden', tall self-seeded hollyhocks now in their hundreth or so generation. Useful perinnial Rosemary, or berry bushes, which where just finishing for the summer when I arrived.
I remember reading about oilcloth curtains in Robinson-Crusoe style tales. I wonder what these are? Little cubby houses cluster in the lanes where men dry their nets, lanes stacked with piles of old racks for drying fish, cages where plump bunnies were once kept, because fish pie every night gets dull.
Aspirational living
Heres a nice house for my mum. The internet reception would be great.
Well, these days Dragor has a few thousand residents, with a supermarket, library, community noticboards and choir. Most of the gardens are edible, thats just the way its always been here, as they had to wait quite a while for hubbie's ship, and even longer for the supermarket.
As a destination for starting a new life, writing your novel, or learning the art of medicinal herb gardening, this town could be just the spot.
After the interest shown in my post about the old yellow mansion, I thought I would share some more pictures of Meridian Hill Park and a little of its' history.
Also known as 'Malcolm X Park', the park was officially named Meridian Hill because it was on the exact longitude of the original District of Columbia milestone marker. This land has had many purposes over the years, including being home to the campus of George Washington University (known as Columbian college at the time).
The park is large, 14 acres, and lies between 15th & 16th streets NW running north and south and W & Euclid streets in Columbia Heights, not far from Dupont circle. 
Dc is known for some of it's art deco apartment buildings, including this one on 16th street facing the park.
Many grand old mansions line this part of town which mostly now house embassies and organization headquarters.
The lucky ones are really kept up well and retain a lot of their original details, such as this canopy on one embassy bordering the park.
I've always loved this community group building which looks a lot like an English country manor plopped down in the city!
The concrete work is made up of very small patterns of stones or aggregate -a very rough texture popular in the 1930s at the time of the parks inception.
Love these obelisks too!
This fine bronze statue of Joan of Arc from 1922 is a copy of one done by Paul Dubois. It was donated by the 'Ladies of France in Exile in New York' (isn't that a bit odd -who were they and how did it end up in DC I wonder?).
This marble statue of 'Serenity' by Jose Clara has seen better days but retains her serene composure.
The park is planned formally with a series of fountains and rows of trees surrounding a lawn on the upper half of the park and terraced water gardens on the lower half (seen at the top of the post).
On lucky days the fountains play and drown out the sound of cars rushing by.
An oasis in the middle of urban DC!
If you take the tour of private Versailles, this will be your final stop. Other visitors only get to admire the chapel from the doorway. 
The balcony above the door was where the highest royals and the King would attend services.
The ceiling mural was recently restored and is truly breathtaking (and not just because you're staring straight above you!).
If you've seen the movie 
