Your night, stop by stop
Mál og Menning
We pick out a book for each other on Laugavegur. Something the other one would never buy themselves.
Súpa at Svarta Kaffið
A bread bowl of soup in a dim upstairs room. We read each other the first page of whatever book we just picked.
Reykjavík Roasters
A slow coffee at the Kárastígur shop, the one with the wooden crates and the smell of roasting beans hitting the street.