Just the title of this post brings images of grandeur to mind.
Just a year ago, I discovered a set of Van Gogh paintings after turning the corner in Britain's version. Italy's in Florence is so busy you can't get a ticket.
Iceland's had similar hype in the travel guides, and a great referral from my friend Kathy who used to live here. And even with a fairly accurate GPS, this treasure was hard to find.
We parked and walked up, to find the entrance way blocked with vehicles. We navigated around them to the door and bought our tickets. We visited the downstairs gallery, and walked to the upstairs rooms. Surely the timeline stenciled on the wall isn't what they meant by cataloging the history of Iceland.
The room at the top had a Warholesque display - a projector showing a film of a semirough sea, half obscured with a blue and white block of color. A clear plastic sculpture encased none lights and periodically emitted sounds like the whales in one of the Star Trek movies. Another box on a pedestal pumped water around.
There were other things, but this just wasn't right. We were worried that we wouldn't have enough time and we finished in 15 minutes.
We came home and rechecked our notes. We were after the national museum, not the national gallery.
We'll try there tomorrow.
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