Noisy, boiling city life and at the same time serene, unhurried, breathing eight centuries of history and eternally young Riga.
Shining with showcases of boutiques and charming with the unassuming beauty of the quiet streets of its outskirts.
A shaking night with the music of numerous nightclubs and delighting the ear of a casual passer-by with the delicate play of street musicians.
And all this is so harmoniously and naturally combined in this tiny piece of Europe, in this “little Paris” that it is simply impossible not to admire.
And it is not surprising that those who have been to Riga once, come back here again and again. Over and over again, she appears in a completely new, hitherto unseen perspective and, as if playfully, reveals more and more secrets.
It seems her possibilities in this are simply endless.
-Prince, you come every day for a long time and look at us, what do you want? - Asked once rose.
- I want to be as beautiful as you, I'm ugly, and because of this no one is friends with me, - said the little prince.
- You're ugly and now you're doomed to perpetual loneliness? - Said Daisy, she looked out from the midst of roses.
-Yes.
- Here, too, believe me ugly, come on, you're my friend, and I yours?
- Is it possible?
- Of course.
Since then, every time the prince came to the garden and talked with her new friend.