I didn’t sleep well last night and had to drag myself to the KGB corner house with dad. We walked by way of Alberta Street, famous for building after building in the art nuevo style.
The buildings were ornately designed, some with statues as columns, some with sphinx gargoyles.
Once we got to the KGB house, a free exhibition, the pictures, documents, and informational texts didn’t do much to invigorate me. Latvia was occupied by the soviets, then the nazis, then the soviets again, and if I understood the postings correctly, the nazi occupation was a relief from the soviets.
Let that sink in.
Bars on the windows, uneven footing, narrow doorways, a small courtyard, and a turret for the execution room. No thank you.
I’d never considered WWII from a Baltic perspective before. I am not sure I could have handled it anyway back when I was first learning about all this violence for the first time.
Out and around the corner is St. Gertrude’s, and we stepped in to for some sanity.
St. Gertrude is the patron saint of travellers.
The skies promised rain, but we were able to take some pictures.
Dad has the double glasses look down.
We also stopped by a fancy bakery, meaning I went to a fancy bakery and dad waited outside.
Dad doesn’t do foo-foo, which is too bad because I had an excellent apricot cheesecake something or other.
We walked down to old town for the last time and did a farewell tour of our restaurants and shops and parks. It started sprinkling on our walk back to the hotel, and by they time we tucked ourselves in for a nap, it was raining. It is still raining now, a beautiful Baltic summer night.
Total miles walked: 4.87.
Tomorrow we fly back to Copenhagen. Dad flies home from there on Saturday. I will go see KB in London.
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