I like the spirit of the old lady to the left. When the band started playing, she got up and started singing passionately. She wasn’t drunk and even though this is a Danish bodega, where you can drink your heart out cheaply, most people come for the companionship, the late night joy and the live music. Not all bodega’s have live music though. Most are dark and covered by a thick yellow layer of nicotin. You are allowed to smoke you see. You are allowed to sing. You are allowed to be yourself. There is much more to be said about all the doubtful aspects of a Danish bodega, but those last three outweigh them in a sense. In the sense of leaving a living picture of a time, where we didn’t need so many laws and where people could sing and dance and talk and row, without the state interfering in their business. The band wasn’t hired by the way.