Oct
28
Reykjavík, off of Laugavegur
The North Atlantic is turquoise-blue, yet so uninviting.
A few years ago I became acquainted with an Icelandic playwright/novelist who lives in Reykjavik. I haven’t spoken to him in forever, but seeing this photo makes me want to email him to see of he has a guest bedroom available or even some unused floor space I could potentially crash on.