Signs Of The Times
Signage tends to be pretty universal, but still I’m fascinated by signs everywhere we go. Here are a few from in and around Reykjavik. (this is the only puffin we’ve seen so far, alas)
It’s not clear to me whether the people need to be adopted, or only the kittens.
This looks like grafitti, but was actually an official tour company sign.
Icelanders are very fashion-forward.
Some things never change, although hamborgarar just doesn’t sound as appetizing as hamburger, at least to me.
The little corner store we went into had a shocking amount of instantly recognizable American food.
I don’t feel too confident about Monday’s offering. Perhaps it’s good?
We managed to avoid eating here, although, I have to confess, it was tempting.
Humor can also be universal.
And my personal favorite, discovered by Shel just as he was about to, uh, violate its injunction. And with that, signing off, for now.