24 June, 2012
Something about the festival of winds, out in Garður on Reykjanes piqued our interest, so Kata, Ásta and I headed out one sunday afternoon. They had a variety of unusual arty type things all over town, some fake archaeology, some quite nice carved rocks in a garden, and each part of town had done a fabulous job decorating all their houses in a certain colour. One part of town was all yellow, one all green, one all red. But out at the lighthouse, we got ballerinas. Ballerinas, over and over again. It was rather odd. Very icelandic.
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