Like the sign says, this Queen Street train station where we were to catch our train out to Oban.
All the signs that I saw were in both English and in Gaelic. It was all sorts of awesome.
I notice that this sign isn’t very large, or you know, attention grabbing.
More of those signs we found on our first night in Reykjavik.
I really wish we’d been able to find all of them, though since there was no numbering or any indication of just how many there were dotted around the town, the likelihood of that happening without us knowing how many we were searching for in the first place is all but non-existent.