Iceland 2025 — Day Four

Another ten hours of sleep! As I left the pool today I spotted a strange juxtaposition. The sublime sculpture of a fish in the passionate embrace of a naked woman seems worlds away from the prosaic food stand in the background with the sign begging the cosmic question “BÖRGER?”

A different kind of philosophical manifesto is declared in this street art:

At the Kolaportid flea market a family tries to decide their direction:

And a young shopper was tempted by fashion:

Two leftover demons from Halloween made their presence known on my walk:

The Reykjavík Museum of Photography had a show of Gunnar V. Andrésson’s press photography from the last fifty years, I got a big kick out of this shot with three drag queens putting the moves on the prime minister of Iceland in 1996. Páll Óskar is on the right (he was in his Dionne Warwick phase at the time):

After dinner (emmentaler cheese, lamb slices, lettuce, garlic mayo on whole grain bread with chips and Appelsin) I went out again, looking for northern lights. No luck. I did spot a couple of mannequins in the second hand store window that were dressed for Iceland:

Even Bankæstreti was nearly empty, although it seemed as if everyone on it was on a phone:

An OK day, but I wish I had gotten to see the play that had been sold-out.

Maybe I'll get to bed before midnight for a change.