I think the pictures speak for themselves.
Big cities, eh. Whew.
An Icelandic barn at Selvogur, on the Atlantic,
The Icelandic barn as presented to tourists in Reykjavik. Notice the red logo and the warm red roof, and the cold Icelander you just probably want to take home and warm up with some tomato soup.
No problem. Money will solve that.
Stir it all up together in the pot and what do you get? Well, this June, it was an American barn, teleported downtown.
All this has an effect on the eternal soul.
Parking a car in Reykjavik is tough…
… because houses and hotels are already parked in the available spots, more hotels every month. Parallel parking skills won’t help. Cross parking is the trick.
No. Not Iron Iceland. Ironic. If it were iron Iceland, they wouldn’t build so many home-made scaffolds out of lumber. They’d use steel pipe, as they do in Canada, a lumber country. In Iceland, not a lumber country, they use precious lumber.
Mysterious and lovely!
Just think of her all day, staring out at that black gable, and dreaming of real life, with her fur hair and her golden elf scarf.
Tax free, too. With butterflies. Icelandic shopkeepers really know how to adapt fishing technology to the new international tourism schools!