|That's me. In my office. With the desk.|
|Yup, that's an internet meme in a sushi ad in Iceland.|
|If I'm not mistaken, that's the Arctic Ocean.|
|Still think that's the Arctic Ocean.|
|And that is a Lebowski Bar.|
|Street art is awesome in Reykjavik! (To be fair, it's also awesome in Paris.)|
|We were taking pictures of each other and a woman sitting in a car|
in the parking lot of a fast food place called out the window to us,
asking if we were tourists and if we wanted her to take our photo together.
It was very sweet of her, and she took about a dozen for us to choose from.
|Viking boat statue|
|The road is blocked to cars in several spots with these neon bike gates.|
Also up and down this street were neon-painted benches and picnic tables.
|The color is almost exactly right; that's what the sky looks like at|
midnight in Reykjavik in July (8pm at home... I love that my phone
wanted to make sure I knew what time it was at home while I was roaming).
|On our way to dinner, we saw this! Spelled the same and everything!|
I don't know what this building is, but I prefer to keep it a mystery.
|It looks like steak! Partially because of the color, partially because|
of the texture, and partially because it's on Birk's plate.
|We found this shop called Alexine... it was closed,|
with a notice on the door that said something about
non-payment of some kind of bill or tax or something.
|That bright orange cheese is actually illegal in the USA, because|
the thick rind is aerated by mites who tunnel through it.
|Check out the letters to the right of my head.|
I honest-to-goodness don't know if the tile right behind
my head is an A, but let's pretend it is.
|We did not add one, but I considered it.|
|Birk said the hall of the Conciergerie looked like Moria.|
I don't disagree with that statement.
|It doesn't look half as impressive here as it does in real life. Not even 1/4 as much.|
|The very eyes of Notre Daaaaaaaaaaame!|
(Don't get it? Go watch Hunchback of Notre Dame. RIGHT NOW. DO IT.)
|OM NOM NOM|
|Birk isn't unhappy to be here; he's imitation the guy just over his shoulder.|
|One of my favorites (took forever to get a photo without people all up in it)|
|There were lots of varieties of pretty roses|
|I argue with a statue about his public nudity|
|"Sir, I really must insist..."|
|Birk turned into an art student for a second and took this awesome photo of Le Penseur|
|M. le Penseur... qui pensant|
|Birk with what I can only guess is the Gate to Hell|
|...and a tiny baby on the side of it|
|It's a veteran's hospital that was built because Louis XIV wanted to|
take care of them, but out of the public eye (because wounded vets
sort of contradict the appealing view of war he was trying to use
for recruiting). Napoleon is buried here.
|So that's what it looks like.|
|And then Birk picked it up with his mighty grip|
|Pictured: baguettes. (Also, the cutest little soy sauce bottle I've ever seen.)|
|If you can't figure out why Birk's doing that, look at the small statue to the left of him.|
(Your left, not his.)
|There were a couple of collections of these sculptures on the walls of the first couple floors.|
Caption: Phallus jardinier, arrosant sa plantation de trous de culs. Too cute.