In May, Konstantin and I went to Latvia. I had the time of my life. I took hundreds and hundreds of photographs, and I have chosen my favourite ones to share with you today (that was so hard to do! Yikes). I wont write much today, because I think the photographs will speak for themselves.
We went to a beautiful rustic cafe in Riga City for coffee and honey cake.
This is his grandmothers library of russian literature. The bookshelves run deeper too – this is only the first layer.
Wild flowers growing behind barbed wire.
When I saw this, I could hardly believe my eyes. It looks like a scene that I thought only existed in my imagination. A beautiful meadow, under thick blue skies, speckled with trees and golden flowers. Well, I soon climben onto those little wooden posts for a picture, and they broke under my weight, and I broke the beautiful meadow