City in a bottle
Downing stories and anecdotes with a glass of lager in a brewery steeped in history
I began my Carlsberg tour in a stable. It was a cloudy day in Copenhagen and the skies were threatening to explode any moment on us. Perhaps that was why our guide ushered us in rather hurriedly, leaving me wondering why she would begin the tour in a stable rather than a brewhouse. As we entered, handsome chestnut-coloured Jutland horses, which were once used to cart brewery wagons, were being led away to a carriage to take a group of tourists on a tour.