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sun as the cyclists hurry off along the Street, resembling the glimmering light from shoals of herrings, darting in and out between motor cars and trams in the stream of traffic. However, all this happens in the later hours of the day. At this beautiful morning hour in the square the eye is more apt to be caught by the swarm of pigeons amidst tlie battlements on the wings of the town hall, and in the walks of the

tioner har hensat en Broncekumme med Blomster. Men se: der kommer Morgenens første Sporvogn duvende gennem Vester Voldgade, frem imod Raadhuspladsen. Saa lille den syner i Gadens lange Perspektiv og dens brede Munding, hvor Raadhustaarnets Hundrede Meter høje Mure stiger lodret op fra Fortovet. Uret deroppe over de svim- melhøje Balkoner falder til Slag — og Tonerne fra de fire Vægtervers flagrer som en usynlig Dueflok

ud over Pladsen, ud over Byen og Havnen, efter­ fulgt af Timeslagenes tunge Drøn, der runger af Sol og Luft og Hav! En Damper tuder i Sundet. Ogsaa denne Tone, der er saa typisk for Køben­ havn, synes et Nu at staa dirrende over Raadhus­ taarnets Spir — som selve den gyldne Vejrhanes Morgengal. Men vi springer paa Sporvognen og ruller med henover Pladsen. I en Kurve svinger vi forbi Dcig- marteatret, hen over Axeltorv og atter ud paa den brede Vesterbrogade midt for »Tivoli«s Hovedind­ gang. Vi faar et Glimt ai Havens grønne Alléer og Plæner, Koncertsalens orientalske Kupler — og kan hænde et Strejf af Minder fra en eller anden

adjoining garden, or by their flight wlien circling in flocks over the building of the industrial asso­ ciation and Tivoli, the Glyptothec and Dante’s square, where the gift of the city of Rome to Co­ penhagen, an anlique marble column, stands handsomely against the background of the trees, bearing the »Genius of Poetry« high up towards the scintillating blue sky. The sun plays on the gilded ball on the slender tower of the Palads Hotel on the opposite side, but the facade itself with the many furled sunshades and the place in front w ith the Lur blowers column lies in the shade. The pavement café under the laurel trees presents a drowsy and deserted appear- ance. The so called mussel sliell in front of the 46