From the "My Iceland'' show, by LAURA MARCONI, at the Patricia Ladd Carega Gallery, Center Sandwich, N.H.
I remember the bizarre beauty of Iceland from a stopover I made there in 1974 via Icelandic Airlines, which offered the cheapest flights to Europe.
The catches were that you had to stop in Iceland and (the Icelanders hoped) buy something there and that the flights to Europe all terminated in Luxembourg, a charming duchy but from which you had to get to where you really wanted to go, such as Paris.
-- Robert Whitcomb
