Travelling to Riga, Latvia

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Riga, Latvia

Travelling to Latvia: Riga is probably one of the
most cosmopolitan of Baltic capitals with upwards
of a million people.

It’s close to midnight when I emerge from the KLM flight that’s brought me from Amsterdam, fighting the horde of Ryanair arrivals that crowd passport control at Riga International Airport in Latvia.

A seasoned official who looks like he should be running the joint scans my passport, asks me questions till I start stumbling over the answers, then waves me through. I’m clearly too honest to be a problem.

My hotel has arranged a shuttle, and the leather-jacketed driver is impatient as I trade my euros for a handful of lats – the local currency – at an exchange rate I later kick myself for accepting. We hurtle into the night, the driver smoking and chattering on a cell phone as we race across the Daugava River down Valdemara Street toward my hotel.

Weather: Temperatures typically run between -15 degrees Celsius in winter and above 25 degrees in summer.
Can’t Miss: Central Market Adjacent to the Forum Cinemas (a multiplex boasting the largest movie screen in Europe), the Central Market occupies four former zeppelin hangars in a predominantly Russian neighbourhood just south of the Old Town. A short walk brings you to a maze of stalls offering bargain goods and fresh produce.
Cool Eats: Staburags “Good peasant food” is how my hosts describe the menu at this rustically furnished restaurant just outside the city centre. Dishes are served in a network of rooms just below street level at decent prices. A simple three-course meal with beer, more traditional here than wine, should cost no more than 12 to 15 lats ($24-$30).

Sandwiched between the Estonian embassy and Riga Technical University’s business school on Skolas Street, the Laine Hotel is a boutique property spread across several floors of an art nouveau building on the edge of the city centre. It’s a great introduction to a metropolis with the highest concentration of art nouveau buildings in the world, according to UNESCO, which includes Riga’s Old Town on its list of world heritage sites.

The next morning, I slip from my spare but comfortable room into the hotel restaurant. Bloated from a week of Dutch breakfasts, I avoid the bread, cheese and cured meats set out on the buffet in favour of a bowl of granola with kefir. The hostess brings a coffee to the corner table, from which I watch the groups of Swedish and German guests roll in for a weekend of sightseeing and shopping.

Rapidly rejoining the mainstream of Europe after decades of Soviet rule, Riga is probably one of the most cosmopolitan of Baltic capitals with upwards of a million people. Millions of euros of investment are putting a fresh face on the historic Hanseatic trading centre. The current glow of prosperity is helped, no doubt, by the Ryanair flights that have brought tourists in from the U.K. and elsewhere to spend their cash in a country where purchasing power is about half what it is in Canada. (The minimum wage stands at 120 lats, or about $260, a month, and salaries average 463 lats – about $1,020 – a month.)

Breezing down Brivibas Boulevard, I pass the recently restored Cathedral of Christ’s Nativity and arrive atthe Freedom monument. A clutch of soldiers are clambering out of their van as I approach, preparing for the hourly changing of the guard at a landmark that remains an enduring symbol of Latvia’s independence.

Best Bed: Reval Hotel Latvija Riga hasn’t drawn a lot of international hotel brands, but the Reval Hotel Latvija on Elizabetes Street is the biggest hotel in the city. It boasts conference facilities, stylishly fashioned nightspots and an adjacent shopping arcade. Rates from $140 a
One thing we need:
Public space. The Seawall may be our pride and the steps of the Vancouver Art Gallery a rallying point, but the green sward and paths lining the canal that separates Riga’s Old Town from the city centre makes a mockery of bite-sized parks such as Cathedral Square and Portal Park at the foot of Thurlow Street.
One thing we don’t need:
Casinos. This is Riga, not Reno, so enough already. Not every street needs one. Even the locals are complaining.

I continue into the old city, winding my way into Dom Square where the annual Michaelmas fair is in full swing. Vendors from outside the city hawk wares ranging from knitting to smoked mackerel. There are breads and sausages, toys and trinkets and – in another square – bushels of apples, which line a stage where folk dancers whirl.

The dancers give way to a band performing an accordion-driven mix of tunes from Baltic folk to Tex-Mex. I mill about, buying a selection of local apples, passing on the crafts, and head to the esplanade along the Daugava. I arrive at a small Anglican church (like so many, used as a warehouse in the Soviet era) and find a music recital in progress. A local gospel choir is wowing the crowd, proving the genre as good as any for showing off the country’s flair for choral performance.

I pass back through Dom Square and dive into Rigensis, a bakery that claims continuity with one that occupied the site in the late 19th century. I tuck into a coffee with a slice of bienpien masa, a local cake made with cottage cheese. The pastry flakes as my fork cuts into the sweet filling. I’ve been longing for a slice of the dessert since my last visit in 2001. My day is complete.