Iceland - Part 2

It has been a few years - five, according to my visa stamps - since I've been in Reykjavik.  So the geography isn't really second nature to me.  So I was taken completely by surprise when I turned the corner and came across this:

Yes, it's a duck pond.

I remember this duck pond.  It sits right at the back of the big pond and park on the edge of Gamla Hofn (the old town) -- Tjornin. It's pretty, especially early on a Sunday morning.

The Free Church anchors one side of the pond.

Thingvellirhusid, the Icelandic Parliament House, stands in the background.

And Reykjavik City Hall just rises right the hell out of the pond.

I have my bearings once again, and I move forward more confidently through the quiet streets.  Not much is open yet, so I'm free to wander without the crowds of [other] tourists.

And as I head up the main shopping street, suddenly I see it off to my right:

There it is.  Still pretty far away and, yes, it would be uphill, too.

The wooden signs on the right host the local kindergarten students' drawings of the cathedral.  I'll post those separately.  But to prove I did make it all the way to the church, here's Leifur:

Leifur Erikson, with an axe.

Part three continues with some nice views of the shoreline, a stop at the Icelandic version of the 7-11, and a trip to the Phallological Museum of Iceland.  (Yes, I said "Phallological".)

Oh, I forgot to add...this is what I thought when I finally found my way to Hallgrimskirkja: