Your night, stop by stop
Sægreifinn
We split a bowl of lobster soup and a couple of fish skewers at the old harbour shack, elbows on a wooden barrel.
Grandi pier
We wander out past the dry-docked boats and the bright fishing huts, stopping to watch whatever is being unloaded.
Valdís
We pick two flavours we've never tried at the ice cream window and eat them leaning on the harbour wall.