Helsinki, and I can't remember what number

I can't remember how many times I've been in Helsinki. Good? Bad? Who knows.

Regardless, I was again in Helsinki today, with my friend and fellow rotary exchange kid Evan Cross. 

This time, the reindeer meatballs were actually made of reindeer- delicious.

Also, instead of taking pictures of a wedding, we were able to get inside the same church, but just barely, due to an organ concert being held fifteen minutes from then.

Finnish birds are rather aggressive when it comes to stealing your food:

Typical Finnish autumn weather.

And finally, Southern Fried Chicken. That is what the fast food chain was called. And that is what they served. Close to the real thing, but sadly, nothing comes close to homemade fried chicken.