The sun beats down on Kongens Nytorv in Copenhagen, where people stand packed tightly behind the starting area, trying to find shade along the small trees around the square. Some bounce lightly in place in running tights and sneakers with socks that read Royal Run. A boy sits in a stroller with half a cinnamon roll in his hand while his mother bends down and pins his bib number to her blue shirt.
Royal Run has long since become a full-blown street party. That was evident, too, this Whit Monday in Copenhagen.
»I’ve never been as much of a royalist as I am now, and that’s because of him and his family«
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