Cap'n Muttonchops

A bit of a cold blowy damp day but we pulled on the anoraks, hats and gluvvies, and set off out for some indoor fun. First stop the National Gallery of Art, which, confusingly enough doesn't have the permanent collection on display. The exhibitions were diverting enough. Onward to the old harbour and the Maritime Museum which was just excellent. The Phallological Museum had also been recommended but after a bit of boning up, we decided to pull out of it. Kaboom. Lunch! Late lunch, upstairs at Prikid while downstairs some live music was kicking off, for the town has suddenly become packed with young people who have arrived to attend Iceland Airwaves...
"the festival utilizes numerous venues across the city — including churches and hip hostels — to flaunt post-punk, noise rock, humble folk, and more."
Yeah, noise rock.
I then legged it out to the furthest point of the harbour as light fell, just to capture the magic of the place.
So, to the finale of the visit - Dill ! The last uncashed 60th birthday present. And very excellent it was too - it's not every day you get dung smoked trout*, after all. And the Icelandic serving lassie lived for  four years as a fellow inhabitant of Granton! Given that, you'd have thought she could have been a bit more generous refilling my wine glass. Of course she maybe thought we were prime candidates for doing a runner.

*not to be confused with the one sitting opposite