Inside the Grundtvig’s Church. All of it made in brick – stark and bold and stunning. I really liked it, although it did look brutal from the outside.
The church was empty, but as we entered there was a scratching sound from above. Suddenly the organ rang out ominous and foreboding tunes which filled the place. Then the organist settled into something a little more pleasant. I wonder if they saw us coming and wanted to give us a big entrance?