on my nose. in my mouth.

I was the owner (well, borrower if it comes down to it..) of these pretty pretty glasses, over the weekend. Oh, if only I had $$$ they would live right here, on my nose.
Sunday, I had the best sandwich in the city. Gigantic and stuffed with confit de canard! Bread and meat (and greens only for the aesthetics) that is my kind of sandwich. I loved Copenhagen a little bit more, right there.
Had M over for tea, coffee, 'Borgen' and many many laughs.