Toy train

After finishing our own walking tour we decided to supplement it with something more guided so joined this car train hybrid thing that somehow wound its way through the tight streets without killing anyone. We ended seeing the exact same sights but at least we got a little history in a very strong Latvian accent. The real bonus was resting our feet. We finished Sunday, our first full day in Riga, with a feast of pastries in a small pastry café, one of which I had to scrape off the cheese after a slight misunderstanding. Eventually we started the walk back but Katarina's swollen leg could take no more so we took a cab. We ended up overcharged but when we complained he started driving away and threatened to drop us back in the old town. We protested and knew there was nothing we could do. He'd had us. We paid up. I did however vent my anger on the polite hotel staff who just went along with this irate foreigner. But it didn't spoil our evening because, given how it started, we'd achieved so much.