It all started innocently enough in my hotel room in the Latvian capital, with some crisps that look a bit like my daughter's name. However, as you can read in my piece all about it in Travel Culture Magazine
, it didn't take long for me to be cruising the streets of Riga in search of local refreshments. I found them in bars on winter wonderland Old Town streets like this one:
A glass of champagne and some disco balls to kick things off:
Some incredible cherry wine:
after that, even a street frog seems funny:
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