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About an hour ago I settled down on the sofa in front of the TV, laptop open and Jaffa cake in hand, ready to really go to town on writing a brief intro into what is essentially a post full of pointless pictures of buildings. But then Prince Harry started talking about Africa and I got way too distracted because just how deep is his voice?
Now ‘Emma Bunton’s Perfect Christmas’ is on VH1 and the sneaky little so-and-so has picked Two Become One as one of her favourite Christmas songs! How is that even a Christmas song, Ems?! Randomly sticking a baby deer in the last shot does not make it Christmas; we all know you’re just trying to rake in a few pennies from Royalties for your last minute shopping.
Moving on from the riveting subjects of British royalty and ex-Spice Girls…I went to Latvia last week.
That revelation probably doesn’t come as a surprise to many seeing as I’ve already written 2 posts about my time there and if you follow me on Instagram you will have already seen my absolute Instaspam of Riga photos over the last week or so.
It was my first time in Eastern Europe (that is to say further east than Germany – I can’t find a definitive explanation of what counts as “Eastern Europe”) and most definitely won’t be my last!
Riga is so beautiful.
Honestly, it’s such a photogenic city that I was walking around with my phone almost permanently out, snapping away at anything and everything. Seriously, there were times I had to stop myself from taking photos of bins and the floor and other such pointless shots.
Even though my time spent in Riga was slightly more than 48 hours, in keeping with the “48 Hours in…” theme I seem to have accidentally started for myself it’d be silly to change to “114 hours in…” now. And besides, almost all of the photos were taken on the same two days squashed in the middle of my holiday. So it counts, okay?!
Now without further ado, here’s a bunch of pictures which, if you follow me on Instagram, you’ve already seen. You’re welcome.