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In Riga, in the middle of winter the sun sets at about 3 o’clock on frigid days. As one walked along the cobble stones sidewalks the sunset caught one's eyes and briefly warmed oneself. One can enjoy the sight of the rays brightening the alleys then walk through the streets and watch details of houses.

"Old cobble stone streets negotiated by the young women in heels."

A strange town where ghosts are poets and cats keep their name secret.

RIGA SOUL

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