Perlan

This afternoon I went to Perlan, which turned out to be a bit of a let-down. Sometimes my impression of Reykjavik is the same impression I had of Thunder Bay: a small, isolated city surrounded and criss-crossed by highways full of happy drivers. When I'm walking anywhere, the sound of traffic is maddening. That must sound strange coming from a city-person, but it's not a stop and start sort of traffic, it's just continuous traffic. This is a picture of Perlan (not taken by me). Perlan is pearl in Icelandic by the way. Those cylinders hold hot water.