The first place in Copenhagen we visited was Christianshavn Kanal. It was still early morning and the sun had barely risen. The canal and surrounding streets were shrouded in a thick fog, and the neighborhood was nearly empty of people. Armed with hot coffees, we slowly made our way along the cobble-stoned path, buildings and boat masts slowly emerging from mist ahead as we walked. The silence was almost a little spooky and my mother made a few jokes about Danish vampires. Given the atmosphere, I wouldn’t have been at all surprised if we had stumbled upon one.