A glass honeycomb on the waterfront. Worth stepping inside without a ticket — the foyer is open to anyone and the light moves across it all day.
A steel ship skeleton on the shore path, facing the bay and the mountain behind it. Two minutes from our door, and on the way to everywhere else.
The lift up the tower buys you the whole city in one look — coloured roofs, the bay, and Esja standing behind it all.
The city's largest pool, with hot tubs at several temperatures. This is where Reykjavík talks to itself; bring a towel and no hurry.
Weekends only, in the old customs house by the harbour. Come for the dried fish, stay for the second-hand wool.