There is nothing like the smell of your 1st cup of coffee on a Sunday morning. It is especially sweet, when that cup is had in a another country, namely Riga, Latvia.
My 1st cup in this country happened at the Europen Mecca….McDonald’s. (Dear readers, this was my 1st trip to Mickey D’s and only because no where else could I get a latte at 8 in the morning.) So, what do you expect to see, hear, and smell at a Riga McDonald’s on a Sunday morning? Well, it’s the exact opposite of what you would expect in a McDonalds in anywhere America. Techno dance music blared from the speakers and late-night clubbers garbed in very short skirts and very high heels grabbing their morning grease. Girls skinner than a matchstick scarfed down Big Macs and Biggie Fries, quite a site to behold.
With coffee in hand, I causually strolled the Old Town past more history than I could fathom with the eerie reminder that no one was up, not the grandmothers, the young couples, or the shop 
keepers. I walked in a quiet bliss realizing the absence of cranking trollies, car horns, and foreign tongues. This was replaced by sound of the wind battling through man-made Riga.
Without doubt, this is my favorite time of the week, before the city wakes up and destroys the serenity, before the solitude ceases and the chaos of a new day begins.
Looks beautiful, very picturesque. Very strange to see no one!!!