The famous Brother Cemetery is up the road just a bit; we are saving for another week as the crocus and other little bulbs look like they are about to bloom; we expect the cemeteries to be carpeted in forest flowers soon. |
Unsatisfied and a little jacked on espresso , we headed to Gustavs. After sipping two more espressos accompanied by an incredible poppy seed, almond, and ricotta cheese pastry and a chocolate bomb that was just the perfect blend of sweet and cocoa, we (more jacked up on espresso) decided to stroll. The sun had broken through the morning rain and it is starting to look like spring. The flower stalls are overflowing with buckets tulips, roses and goldenrod - Latvians love flowers, we are told and it is quite evident as there are flower stalls everywhere.
The strollers, the strollers. I kept thinking to myself what is different with the baby strollers here? Why are these so familiar to me. Then I realized it's like seeing Eisenstein's film Battleship Potemkin (he was born here and we are looking forward to visiting the film museum next week). The baby strollers are reminiscent; waist high, baby in recline. But the wheels are much beefier - able to negotiate the very cobbled streets of Riga (I still do not know how the women negotiate the cobble stones in their stilettos).