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We continue to be amazed by Riga’s vast cultural and architectural offerings. We spent a good chunk of today walking through the city to spot the hundreds of Jugendstil (aka Art Nouveau) buildings blanketing the town.

This style spread wildly throughout Europe at the turn of the 20th century, inspired by, among other things, Japanese wood block prints. The style is characterized by wildly curving lines, complicated intertwined floral patterns, and depictions of humans and animals in strangely distressed states. The architectural forms took on their own personality in Riga, which claims to have the biggest collection of Jugendstil buildings anywhere.

Bay windows with stunning detail

Bay windows with stunning detail

The Riga Graduate School of Law is just covered with these dramatic scenes

The Riga Graduate School of Law is just covered with these dramatic scenes

Helpers holding up this ornate facade

Helpers holding up this ornate facade

Dramatic faces

Faces filled with drama

Very unhappy woman

Very unhappy woman

Embassy Row is lined with these incredible buildings

Embassy Row is lined with these incredible buildings

Melancholy figure looks out from above the door to the Slovenian embassy

Melancholy figure looks out from above the door to the Slovenian embassy

Eery robotic figure

Eery robotic guy

This house sits across the street from an old merchants' guild house. when the owner of this place  was denied entry to the guild, he topped his building with two of these cats, with their rear ends facing the guild. After an uproar and some legal wrangling, the guy got turned the cats around and got into the guild.

This house sits across the street from an old merchants’ guild house. when the owner of this place was denied entry to the guild, he topped his building with two of these cats, with their rear ends facing the guild. After an uproar and some legal wrangling, the guy turned the cats around and got into the guild.

OK, that's just a regular cat in a window, but hey, it's my blog

OK, that’s just a regular cat in a window, but hey, it’s my blog

View of the beach from lunch

View of the beach from lunch

If yesterday was an intense day — arriving in Riga, running into the presidents of Latvia and Germany, discovering the massive parade of Latvians in national costume for the Latvian Song and Dance Celebration, and touring the incredibly moving Museum of Occupation — then today was the perfect antidote: a beach day! In fact, it was the first beach day we’ve spent since leaving the U.S. in May.

Vitello tonnato and pinot grigio

Vitello tonnato and pinot grigio

We hopped on the train for a 30-minute ride to Jūrmala, the nation’s premiere beach destination. We spent plenty of time soaking up the sun. OK, that was mostly Jim; I spent more time soaking up shade. We had a wonderful lunch at an Italian place overlooking the beach. And we took our first swim in the Baltic Sea. The water was pleasantly cool (warmer than I expected), though it had quite an iron-colored tinge to it. It was quite shallow. And it undoubtedly the least salty salt water I’ve ever been in. It was in some ways like swimming in Lake Superior or Lake Erie, so we felt at home that way.

Our beautiful Jugendstil style hotel in the heart of the old town

Our beautiful Jugendstil style hotel in the heart of the old town

The town of Jūrmala was really lovely, a place we could enjoy staying in for days. But we’re going to save that for later in the summer when we get to Mediterranean beaches in Croatia. So after a super relaxing day we headed back to our beautiful hotel in Riga. It’s a stunningly renovated building from the Art Nouveau period. Riga is famous for its abundance of buildings in this style, which they call Jugendstil, as do the Germans.

On the subject of the arts, late last night we caught the tail end of the incredible week-long Latvian Song and Dance Celebration, which takes place here every 5 years (and which Jim wrote about yesterday). The final day culminates in a huge evening concert, followed by an “All Night Sing-a-long” from 11 pm to 4 am (on a Sunday night, mind you).

We weren’t at the actual stage where the event takes place. We’d just finished dinner a little before 11 and were walking through Cathedral Square in town where lots of people were watching on a huge video screen. The evening concert itself was just winding down, as the 40,000 participants in their local native costumes — 2% of the national population! — began to fill in a huge space behind the concert stage for the sing-a-long.

Then the entire ensemble began to sing beautiful, almost haunting, traditional songs. We sat on the cobblestones in the square, mesmerized by something unlike anything we’ve seen before. The crowd all around us was incredibly reverent. I’ll admit, we only stayed until midnight or so, but I’m sure many people remained glued to this incredible performance until the wee hours.

I’ve heard for years how beautiful Riga was – I remember studying political science during the Cold War and even then it was supposed to be beautiful. So I was ready for the beauty. What I was not prepared for was to be greeted by the President – and the President of Germany!

We caught the bus here, checked into the hotel, and started wandering around. Within minutes of starting to amble we noticed some military procession, so we went towards it. We watched for a bit and it was apparent something was up – part of the square was blocked off and there were secret service-looking people standing around, the whole ear-bud thing going on and all that. Soon Mark notices that the building in front of us is flying both the Latvian and the German flag.

Sure enough, after a few minutes out walks President Andris Berzins with his trophy-looking wife Dace Seisuma. (Sure enough, when I Google them, she’s his second wife, married days before he took office.) Moments later comes the motorcade with German President Joachim Gauck and his wife Hansi Gauck, his childhood sweetheart. We had gotten there at just the right time so we had a great view of the welcome, the national anthems, the whole thing. Nice introduction to Latvia!

President and Mrs.

President and Mrs. Berzins arrive

German President

German President Gauck

Cool car - and license plate

Cool car – and license plate

From there it only got better: we discovered that today is the last day of the Latvian Song and Dance Celebration, something held only once every five years. There are tens of thousands of Latvians singing and dancing in traditional costumes, a very festive place. Part of what I’ve learned over the last few days in Estonia and now Latvia is that across the Baltics traditional music played a key role in the national liberation movements.  Tallinn’s Song Festival Grounds were a key site for the movement there, and in fact the whole movement in the late 1980s and early 1990s that led to independence for Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania is called the Singing Revolution. So this is a big deal here indeed.SAM_4569

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We finished the day’s touring with nearly two hours in the Museum of Occupation, chronicling the Soviet and German occupations from 1940 to 1991. To call it a downer is pretty mild. You have to realize that unless you were Jewish the German occupation was the easy one. Traveling through Siberia and reading a biography of Stalin, and now spending time in two of the Baltic countries, I have a genuinely new appreciation for just how awful the Soviets were.

Part of what intrigues me is that I remember studying political science and paying attention to politics during the Cold War, when the Republicans were measurably more hostile to accommodation with the Soviets than the Democrats. Is it possible they were right? Don’t get me wrong – Republicans were in control of the White House for much of that period and it’s not as though they did anything directly to roll back the Soviet empire. But still, I once was working with some reformers in Azerbaijan who surprised me by saying they liked Republicans. When I asked why, they reminded me that Republicans were more interested in helping them break free than my side was. I’ve thought of that conversation many times over the last 10 years, and understand it even better now.