CHAPTER 37
It wasn’t until they had cleared the docks that Grant finally felt as though a ten ton weight had been lifted from him. He grabbed Sara by the waist, picked her up and swung her round and around, making her squeal.
“We did it,” he yelled, putting her down.
“You did it,” she corrected him and leaned up and kissed him.
Hand in hand they walked along the Esplanade and turned left in to Bredgade.
“First thing is to find a hotel,” he said, “shouldn’t be too difficult.”
“What about that one,” said Sara as they came into the square at Kongens Nytorv, pointing to Hotel Angletterre, an imposing 19th century building.
“Something smaller,” I think,” said Grant. “Do a left here.”
They turned into Nyhavn.
“This used to be the red light district,” Grant told her. “It’s gone upmarket
