We may be the least hip couple in Riga, with our drip dry travel pants, matching backpacks and lack of irony. Still, we hit the streets today (ten hours of walking!) and ended up with all the cool kids and their street art.
At first, we just dipped our toes in hipness, in the Pardaugava neighborhood. Here we found lovely wooden houses and a cultural center.
Naturally, we stopped for cats.
But we didn’t put on gloves to pick up triangular dog poo.
But no place can ever possibly be as hip as Miera Street. Beards, man buns, and fake fur vests are much in evidence. There are, hmmmm—let me make a rough estimate—at least 8000 places to get a craft beer.
The architecture is the coolest.
Even the street art has a Mohawk.
HOB and I tried out some hip Latvian drinks. On the left, Black Balsam, a local anise-like liquor. And on the right Kvass, a soft drink made from fermented rye bread.
Admit it, you’re intimidated by my cool middle-aged lady rep, aren’t you?