It was a crisp early September morning when I stepped off the train in Randers. The golden edge of autumn had just begun to brush the trees, and the morning light fell softly over the red-tiled roofs and timber-framed houses. The scent in the air carried a blend of damp leaves and distant woodsmoke. With …
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A Museum Journey Through Randers: Where Culture Meets History
I arrived in Randers under a pale sky, the kind of gentle overcast that gives old buildings a softened grandeur. It was early morning, and the town was just beginning to stir. I stepped off the train, the platform still damp with dew, the air cool with a northern crispness that made me instinctively tug …