Streets
The river from above
From the tower bar you can see the whole city follow the water.
Freja Ås
On the last evening of the trip a colleague took me up to a bar on the thirty-first floor. The river curled through the city below like someone had dropped a ribbon.
Every bridge was lit. Every boat left a line behind it. It was the first time the city made sense to me as one place instead of a lot of tube stops.
The bill
Two drinks cost what I would spend on groceries in a week. I paid for the view, not the drink. The drink was too sweet anyway.
