The small, picturesque town, set back slightly from the sea is alive with noise. Overhead a banner declares "Denmark Voice Festival", and the dates of the current bank holiday weekend. We stand outside the bakery, inhaling the fumes of sweet cakes and meaty pies. Three people dance and sing, armed with a guitar, saxophone and the female vocalist, a baby. As the three sing, a slightly flat but energetic tune, he grabs at her, at air, joins in himself, smiling ecstatically from her back. It's sunny and warm, the atmosphere vibrant.
