I arrived in Riga on Friday morning having spent the whole night travelling (I left my apartment here at 11pm on Thursday only to arrive in Riga 10am on Friday). My sister wasn’t to arrive until later in the evening so I had a whole day to kill. Which I spent toddling around the old town without a map (the best way to find all the little nooks and crannies), crunching through the dried leaves in the park, a one-person picnic with pastries from the little hut hidden in the park trees, peeking into the dome to spontaneously buy a ticket to a concert that evening, eyeing up the mounds of mushrooms on sale in the market and watching the sun set over the Daugava river . All this was done after having bought a nice new woolly jumper, I seriously underestimated how cold it would be – wouldn’t have survived without the last minute addition of a hat and gloves to my rucksack! Wrapped up in snug clothes and wandering the cobbled streets was the perfect way to relax before heading out in the evening to the church concert. While I’m not a huge fan of organ music, the choir accompanying the echoing clangs were really really good, and shortened the time until my sister arrived.