Riga, Latvia in 1980s (via)
Ok, didn’t recognize the street and square in front of the Terminal at once :O
And the book store is… it’s Tērbatas Street right across the park :O I walk by there twice every day.
(Source: sovietpostcards)
When I was a very small child, my mom used to bury coins in my sandbox, leave huge boot prints in the sand, and tell me pirates had come in the night and buried treasure. I would be out there happily for hours, with my little sieve, and my mom got a quiet morning to herself for the price of a handful of pennies.
I was always kind of skeptical about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy, because visiting every kid in the world did not seem reasonable. But the pirates only visited me, so they were probably real.
So that’s the story of how I ended up being an archaeologist. How about you?

