Brave Little Latvia
I had the dubious fortune of spending a week and a half on holidays with Jess in Riga, Latvia. I say ‘dubious’ because while the holiday and the company kept were most certainly fortunate, the location was not.
Riga is a curious place, a place so obviously bled dry by decades of Soviet occupation until their ‘overthrow’ in 1991. After these long decades of subjugation and enforced sameness, the Riga I visited had embraced its newly won freedom and individuality like much of the former Soviet bloc: by inviting capitalism and democracy, a.k.a. Gucci and Versace, into their hearts and home with purses held open. (more…)
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