Why Latvia
There are destinations that you discover by chance, and that never leave you. Latvia is one of them. As soon as you leave the terminal of Riga airport, you are caught up in an old town that is unlike any other in Europe: thirteenth-century Hanseatic houses coexist with Art Nouveau facades so ornate, so baroque, so abundant that you would think festive cakes petrified in stone. UNESCO has said it, the architects know it: nowhere else can you find such a concentration of Art Nouveau buildings. Seven hundred and fifty buildings within a radius of a few streets. A world record that Riga wears with quiet elegance.
But Latvia is not just about its capital. Forty minutes away by car, the Gauja Valley plunges into a pine and birch forest that has been carved by the river for millions of years. Castles of the Livonian Order appear at the bend of the paths, red sandstone cliffs plunge into the meanders of the river, and in autumn the canopy turns red-orange in an almost religious silence. It is the green lung of the country, and one of the most beautiful national parks in the Baltic States.
To the west, the Baltic coast reasserts itself. White sandy beaches stretch for miles without a soul, lined with pine forests that smell of resin. Cape Kolka, where the Baltic Sea meets the Gulf of Riga in a clash of currents, is one of those places that makes you feel exactly where you need to be.
















