“He left the office and submerged himself in the crowds on Kampmannsgade, heading west across the Jorgen So and on to Danasvej. He turned right on Vodroffsvej before taking a left and winding up on Sankt Markus Plads where he bought a newspaper at a kiosk near the church. He continued up Julius Thomsens Plads, parallel to the river, until he came to the Bucking Bronco on the corner of Aboulevard and Balagardsgade where he stepped in for his usual espresso.”
I’ve never been to Copenhagen but I can read a map.