We’re on Denmark’s west coast.
The island of Fano, to be exact.
Where the place of life is slow.
Where the shops close at lunch time on Saturdays, regardless of the numbers of tourists.
Where you chat to your friends.
Where you watch your child go off exploring with his friends, on their own.
Where you sit quietly and do nothing.
Where you just might eat another Danish pastry.
Where you are having a wonderful time.
Summer 500: 292.