We started our tour by driving still in the darkness (9-10am) to Bessastaðir, the presidential recidence. This is the church, the house of the president is just behind it.
The man with the cool shadow is photographing the lights of Reykjavík, you can see them in the background.
There were no guards whatsoever and the road to the recidence was covered with snow. As is the path to the church.
The inside of the church looks as plain as most of the Finnish churches.
This is a statue at the fishing harbour in Hafnafjörður. I forgot the significance, though, sorry.
At the harbour. Hafnarfjörður is the third biggest town in Iceland after Reykjavík and Kópavogur. They are all clustered togeather South of Reykjavík.
Fish storage at the harbour. Yes, this is one of the sights.
The Viking Village in Hafnafjörður. Well, it's really just this house and the house next door.
They have an International Viking Festival each year.
Nice weather for a picnic, eh?
I spotted an Ikea on our way back to Reykjavík. Looks exactly like they look everywhere in the world.
The boat statue again. On the North shore of Reykjavík.
And me with it!
This is Jón Sigurðsson, a central figure in Iceland's struggle for Independence, in front of the the Alþingi, the Parliament House (not in the picture), wearing the white collar of the Great Order of Snow.
Incide the Reykjavik City Hall, Ráðhús Reykjavíkur, there is a great map of Iceland. Behind the windows you can see the lake Tjörnin.
There was also a group of young cartographers.
Dómkirkjan í Reykjavík, the Cathedral of Reykjavik, beside Alþingi by the lake.
Fríkirkjan í Reykjavík also by the lake.
The lake Tjörnin.
They heat one corner of the lake for the birds.
The rest of the lake is frozen.
I think one of the swans is having a bath.
The swans are greedy.
The geese are equally greedy but the swans are bigger and hence get more treats.
And then we drove up to the Perlan. The hollow dancers and musicians had filled with snow.
On top of Perlan with my grandma.
View North. My beautiful Esja obscured with clouds this time and Reykjavík with snow. It was way too cold for any more pictures.
A very fake geysir inside Perlan.
And a close-up of the snow covered dome.
And Hallgrímskirkja again.
This time with pictures from the interior as well.
The organ.
Detail from a stained glass window.
A snow-clad Leifr Eiríksson. I have to say, he looks much more authetically brave with the snow.
Back at the City Hall photographing icicles and their reflections.
There was light coming from behind.
And the icicles were dripping to the basin.
A house close by reflected on the basin.
