Saturday in Riga

After a hearty breakfast we hit the streets of an arctic downtown Riga armed with a trusty map and lots of faith, we are market bound. The Riga market is the largest in the Baltic’s it is also housed in 5 old Zeppelin hangers, fresh food was just everywhere. We head for Riga old town not to far away but get sidetracked by a big red bus, 15 euros later we all clambered aboard to be out of the biting wind . One hour later we return to the starting point after a very interesting trip, as WADDA ambles behind the twisted sisters who are armed with the trusty map they hatch another plan. Let’s catch the bus again because we’ve spotted some shops selling junk ,lap number 2 is identical to lap number 1 except we jump ship half way around. While we walk these beautiful streets of Riga WADDA is studying the architecture of the art nouveau period he is impressed, I smell trouble brewing sister 2 has handed the map to sister one. I make some inquiries but I am assured that all is well on the front line, we head back to the hotel for a 5 minute break then head off in a different direction. Yep you guessed it more rain and under the rules of art nouveau no verandas , we withstand this onslaught of this shit weather and push on.  One thing I’d like to say about Riga this is not a polished city but is an honest city and it’s citizens are very friendly , I think I hear the dinner bell so I go see ya........WADDA