As an immature 17 year old, on a post war Showing the Flag visit to Copenhagen, two things stand out. The first seeing those young ladies cycling to work, not sitting on their dresses or skirts, but allowing them to blow up showing their private bits. The second, calling on two nurses we had met the night before at The Tivoli Gardens. It was at the Nurses Home and on ringing their room bell the first opened the door wearing just bra and pants and suspender belt. The other was similarly clad. I had never seen my mother or sister other than fully clad.