Culled from my days and hours wandering the streets of the Latvian capital, these four are linked not by architectural style, period or type. Rather, each has a certain presence, a dignity that stands out—at least a bit. And maybe a bit of whimsy as well.
Once I read the window below, I felt the need to move on; I was not well-dressed enough to be in its presence.
And speaking of presence, do we think that is the eponymous Miss Jones taking a call at her table?
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