Sorry guys, this one was supposed to go up yesterday but I got distracted by 1984. No, seriously:
This book is SO ANNOTATED. It’s ridiculous.
Anyhow, went to Hans Christian Andersen’s house. It’s a museum now.
There were a lot of statues around the place.
This was what he’d wear, apparently.
So, it turns out that he didn’t just write- he also did paper cutouts of the sort pictured here, plus drawing, an example of which is pictured later.
Lots of statues… this one was a scale model of a fountain somewhere. Possibly in Copenhagen.
Ah, yes, here’s the drawing.
… busts are still creepy.
The museum library consisted of his works, in as many languages as they could get their hands on.
One of the rooms was all-around paintings. I caught about half of it in this photo, but the other one got seriously confused by people walking around, and I decided it wasn’t worth the effort of photoshopping them out.
The museum had a small basement full of odds and ends: this one interested me. It was a rope that he took with him everywhere, in case the hotel he was staying in caught fire. With this, he knew he’d be able to lower himself to the ground and escape.
There were also a bunch of safes, presumably full of stuff that wasn’t currently an exhibit.
His actual house had some rooms that were preserved in the style of the time. In this one, somebody was preparing to spin thread.
A little storeroom!
This was elsewhere in the museum; a recreation of his apartment from later in his life. I appreciated the artificial Copenhagen skyline in the windows.
iPhone Panorama gets a bit confused by the glare of the light, but here’s an attempt to get a picture of one of his stories… written in calligraphy.
Outside the museum was a little theater where they were doing a mashup of his stories as a children’s play.
And this mural of HC Andersen, painted for some big event or another.