I have to admit: I don’t come home often enough. Ever since I moved abroad to study, I come back to Latvia maybe twice or so per year. And somehow, each and every time, I fall in love with the city I grew up in more and more. Riga is a beautiful place — and I was lucky to have been brought up in its greenest, most wonderful suburb called Mežaparks (meaning “forest park” in Latvian).
That’s why I thought I’d just share some pics with you that I took on a languid December afternoon, to show that, even when the weather is gloomy, it’s worth to go out for a walk!
My postcards from Latvia
