After I licked every bit of rye bread ice cream out of that little bowl, I made my way back over to Hallgrímskirkja. This time not really to explore its history, but to climb to the top of the bell tower to check out Reykjavik above the icy streets and sidewalks.

Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. Chilly, but gorgeous.

It appears that I, again, do not have to time delve into religion, as brief as it may be, so if you are indeed interested, I'm sure Google can assist. When I see you, we can discuss.

Photos taken on 3.12.11.