After spending some time in the house on the corner it was time to get out in the crisp open air of Riga. With the sun shining but the temperature just hovering around zero, we wrapped up warm and went for a wander.
The architecture was impressive around the city, including this building, the House of the Blackheads. After being completely destroyed during the Second World War, it was fully rebuilt in 1999.
We then got a bit giddy when we saw a sign for "the most romantic café in old town".
We meandered around this alluringly lit cobbled street...
And took a "Happy - we're about to eat cake" selfie.
Inside we died (like died dead) and went to Heaven. As a result we went to this café each day we were in Riga and tried a different cake each day. Not the cheapest café in town, however it had the most snug and cosy atmosphere where one could devour cake after cake (and copious amounts of black coffee in Victoria's case).
Nighttime soon fell and the only way to keep warm was to drink the local balsam. 40% proof, Latvians believe the boozy treat has medicinal purposes.
Victoria found it a wee bit strong.
To soak up the booze we went for a meal in a local taverna. The usual cold meats and cheeses were for starters which were delicious with accompanying pickles!
Mains was a Latvian pork stroganoff.
Afterwards we then did a bit of bar hopping and got back on the balsam before calling it a night.
The morning after was spent finding somewhere for a piece of cake and also allowed time to contemplate how to fit my finger into such a small coffee cup hole. This cake had layers Mary Berry would be in awe of.
We then did a bit more sight seeing with another day of glorious weather...
Before stopping again for food. This time lunch was a bit healthier and the café prided itself on wholesome organic food.
Nonetheless no matter how hard we tried, we always came back to our little romantic spot to unplug, eat cake and be happy.
To date, Riga is definitely up there with one of my favourite cities for cakes and baked goods.