Royal de Luxe, a french street theatre group, were coming to Iceland. We didn't really know much about it. It is one of the last hurrahs of the "French spring in Iceland" festival and promised to be quirky and exiciting. I'd had a busy week, so I hadn't had time to get around to all the background story pieces stuck all over town, I'm hoping to do that tomorrow.
The basic back story here is that the giantess's father had been in Reykjavik some time ago, in a foul temper, and left a lot of rubble around town. The daughter is searching for him, and will try and placate him if/when she finds him. The schedule says she finds him tomorrow.
It's a serious work of art and machinery. All wood and rusty steel. Wooden block pulleys, ladders of wood and twine, crazy lilliputian outfits for the puppeteers. Damn cool though. She talks, but only in french, and who knows how many people here speak french. She breathes, she blinks, she's got articulations in so many places she's more joint than limb. Very cool.
Tomorrow, the final act takes place, while Iceland votes for (hopefully) a new government, to be followed by eurovision! (Iceland is already out)
(There's some pictures of people from work here, which is what I get for leaving my camera in the kitchen)