Turning right away from the pond takes you to Reykjavik's main shopping street, Laugavegur. It is lined with upscale boutiques selling jewelry, lithographs and expensive Icelandic clothing. In this image you can see how the Halgrims Church dominates the center of the city. It can be seen from just about anywhere. Once you get over the feeling that everyone is related to the Muppet's Swedish Chef you find Icelanders friendly and helpful. I'd been walking around for about four hours and was looking for something to eat. Some typical Icelandic food perhaps? I was pointed towards a restaurant with a menu board outside advertising fixed plate meals. The first menu offered mashed fish followed by fermented shark. The second menu had mashed fish and smoked puffin. The third menu had mashed fish and minke whale. So much for Icelandic food. I stopped at Prikkid, Reykjavik's oldest café (1952) for a really tasty cheeseburger and a $10 beer. Afterwards I had to use the 'facilities' which is what most people I met call it. The restroom was so small I felt that, if I wanted to turn around, I would have to leave the room. The sink was actually put in sideways to make it fit. I would later find this frugality carried over to the beds I slept on. They were just wide enough for one human body. If you turned over you would fall out of the bed. All the Icelanders I met seemed of normal size so why so small?