Time and the colors are strange…
The black sand of the beach adds to this environment.
The puffins were to be at the bottom….
But did not see us…
Not discouraged, we return towards the locality to finish our ballade on the hill overhanging the village.
One can find charming a small church there.
The next morning, the departure is envisaged in direction of a village to the name unpronouncable and difficult to write without fault: Kirkjubaejarklaustur.
