Learning to Cope
{Original content by Liam Robichaud}
Sunday. A bell tolls loudly for several minutes, echoing through the streets and resonating in the damp brick of the buildings that surround me. A fiddler plays a final cadence and a small group of onlookers applauds. All of the sounds together weave strings of melodies into a counterpoint of audible happenstance.
As I approach the source of the ringing—a large red brick church—a man exits the doorway at the last moment, nearly colliding with me. Unphased, he tips back his head and guzzles beer from an open bottle and saunters off into the madescent cobblestone distance. This is Copenhagen.
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