Copenhagen for The Solo Traveller: a Friday-to-Monday weekend

Jump into the harbour where the city does, cold and clean, with the Christianshavn spires across the water.

Ride the yellow 991 ferry past the Opera and the old shipyard cranes for the price of a bus ticket.

Sixteen seats, a wood-fired kitchen and a swim pier outside, natural wine poured by whoever is nearest the bottle.

Two kilometres of artificial beach and lagoon with the Øresund Bridge on the horizon and the windmills turning.

Ride the coastal path to the old fishing town of yellow houses and thatched roofs, harbour pilots still working from the quay.

A counter seat at Rosio Sanchez's Vesterbro cantina, tacos from Danish corn and mezcal from the shelf.

Forty minutes up the coast line, then the walk through the sculpture park to the sea and Calder on the lawn.

Continue to Helsingør and cross the Øresund in twenty minutes, past Kronborg, for an hour's walk in Helsingborg.

A bowl of shoyu ramen at the counter, no reservations, the broth made from Danish pork bones.

Six kilometres round the three city lakes with the swans and the rowers, back before the bridges fill with cyclists.

An hour's kayak through the Christianshavn canals under the low bridges, the only way to see the city from below.

Three pieces of smørrebrød at the stall, then the metro from Nørreport straight to the airport.