You’re walking down a street in the rain, looking for someplace to duck in out of the cold when you hear drums. Drums, and the faint throb of a bass through a wall. Around the block, you walk into a tiny record store, where a band is playing in the …
Entering a town square in Reykjavik, you come upon a mass gathering of small schoolchildren. They wear yellow safety vests with their school name emblazoned across the back like little hockey players. A police escort leads them into the square where they arrange into a pattern of lines and a …
You push your way into a bar. It’s over crowded and probably close to a fire code violation, but the place is so small if a fire started, everyone could get out by shrugging the walls down. Standing at the door to the toilet, a strange, bearded fellow asks if …