Since by far the cheapest way to get from London to Halifax was by Icelandair, I decided to head to Nova Scotia that way and pause in Iceland for a couple of days. I’m glad I did. It’s an incredibly beautiful country. Also a bit odd. Among other things, people here think that putrefied shark (hákarl) is food and that building a road over the location of an elf-stone is only permissible if the elf gives permission for the dwelling to be moved to someone who is able to communicate with elves (apparently the majority of Icelanders believe there are elves around).
Here’s Reykjavik’s City Hall, or Ráðhús, across the lake at the centre of the city:
How many ducks can you find? Hint: it’s a lot more than the five drakes flaunting their handsomeness.