Day 4: Riga
I’ll admit that I hadn’t properly researched Riga, which was why, in the morning, I decided to visit the Little Moscow neighborhood merely because the hostel’s tourist guide highlighted the Latvian Academy of Sciences as a local attraction of interest. Of course, the building was striking in person, its golden bricks and blocky shape almost reminded me of some of the historic buildings in NYC or other East Coast cities, though the area around it felt oddly empty and deserted for something seemingly significant. After wandering the nearby areas, some buildings in (purposeful?) disrepair, with faded and peeling yellow paint that revealed the splotchy gray and textured wooden walls, I decided to head towards Riga’s famed Central Market. One interesting thing is that while the covered buildings, looking like greenhouses (and were certainly also a welcome reprieve from the cold), were this massive contiguous block of markets, the market also spills outside. In rustic, almost industrial-looking brick buildings on nearby streets surrounding the Central Markets, there were various vendors selling warm clothes, hats, and other touristy trinkets too, though if you want food, it was mostly sold indoors. Having finished exploring the market, I made my way back into the Old Town for St. Peter’s Church, which had a plainly decorated and designed interior, with bare brick walls and little decoration, but great views of Riga from the belltower. Despite the dense tangle of buildings, occasionally cut with roads, and snow-covered roofs that, while pretty, dulled the colors, Riga’s architecture was surprisingly layered and photogenic, beautiful buildings and churches rising up from behind each other.
One thing that I hadn’t realized before reading more into Riga was that it has some splendid architecture, with many apartments built in the Art Nouveau style along with various other eclectic but fascinating buildings. Given the limited daylight hours during winter, rather than visiting museums, I decided to wander around the city and check out some of the city’s famous buildings, some of which particularly stood out to me. I thought that the House of the Black Heads, with its steeply-sloped and unusually large roofs, whose brick facade was covered in marble-colored columns and status, was quite distinctive, even if it looked a bit funny. Across the snow-covered green space surrounding the Old Town, almost like a moat, there were many interesting university and museums scattered about: the cream-colored (but small) Riga Castle, lovely looking Museum of Photography, and an unnamed but retro-futuristic glass building that appeared to have been plopped straight out of a Star Wars film. Although I wasn’t able to dash fast enough, as the sky began darkening, I arrived at Alberta Street, lined with extravagantly decorated apartment buildings. I suppose if I had to use a single word to describe these buildings, it’d be dynamic, which is a strange way to describe static buildings, but I think encapsulates the organic mismash of styles: the intricate stonework on columns and arches, the statues and symbols carved into ordinarily-plain supporting beams, the balconies and rooms that jutted out, supported by graceful arches. And as the night set in, I went back to the central portion of the Old Town, enjoying the snow-free Christmas Market, eating delicious (but overpriced) bubble waffles before heading to the airport for the flight home.