The Icelandic Opera House is the northernmost opera house in the world. It upholds this obligation by posing as an irreconcilably weighty and light-as-air building, a giant translucent irridescent cube on the harbor.
We went for a meal in the cafe on the main floor, beautiful fresh food - a fish stew that tasted like it had been fished out of the sea just for our order, high-octane coffee, which seems to be what keeps these Norsemen and women moving at a rapid clip all day and night, pastry snacks to lend an excuse to stay and gaze much longer than appropriate.
Just sitting at the table made us part of a work of art.
It's impossible to take a bad photo here.