We spent the morning in downtown Reykjavik. The older area is more attractive, with lots of color and houses that have some roundness to them, as opposed to much of the area, which has, what I refer to as “soviet apartment block architecture,” and that Sean calls “German Brutalism.”. Everything looks like it is made of concrete which it is. The reason, our cabbie told us, is “we have no wood!”. Also, earthquakes. A highlight of this cement scene was the main church:
Sean and Asegeir had given me a nice gift certificate for my birthday, so there was much purchasing of yarn from the Handknitters Association. They had a community project outside their shop.
We went down the main street, stopping of course for some sustaining coffee, and then later for lunch at a famous hotdog cart.
After cleaning up at the hotel, we went to the lovely old theater that was the location of the wedding. After a simple ceremony, that included a handshake as well as a kiss to seal the deal, we had 25 courses of tappas, and dancing until 1:00am (it was still light out, so it was pretty hard to know that we were out late!)