Hell, sink it!
No need to sink the city, but I wish I could talk about Helsinki, we've been to in July 2015, but I just feel sick and tired of everything. Kinda depressed. Unable to speak.
It's been fine. For me, who is Baltic and Nordic oriented forever, it's been interesting to discover the ease of Helsinki's bilingualism, various religions, a mixture of cultures like in Vilnius, like in Riga, like in Tallinn. In Helsinki, there's something Baltic, something Scandinavian, and something Russian.
Find some gloves here...
...or the ring, your saviour.
They adore simplicity and those simple meadow or train station flowers, so do I.
Here you go if you want to reach out to the city center from your Tallinn ferry or vice versa.
But they don't love bikes in Helsinki quite as much as they do in Amsterdam or Copenhagen.
Out of my laze, I thought, I should post just this one. Says it all or rather would say it all, if only the proud vatniki would understand English.
A Swede from Finland wearing a Russian winter cap shapka-ushanka...
...and some Finnish culture he had deffinitely helped to save in a building behind him.
The Sibelius park,
...and the Sibelius exhibition...
...in a the City House (stadshuset, something inbetween the town hall and the house of culture) of Helsinki.
Presidential palace with no President inside there (no flag).
You have some work to do before you go to a cafe, get to see your theater...
...or open the door of your oldest Stockmann.
Just an abstract knight.
The train station is a pearl of the Baltic National arhitecture. You can find buildings with such details in Riga and in Kaunas (smaller scale, though).
Belarus - have it deep inside... The embassy had been found together with the South African one.
The school of autodrivers, if I recall right.
This is a new church of Silence. Not because Finns care of churches, but because they love silence. Silence is a must inside there. Some buildings in cities around the Baltic sea are shaped as ships, big liners, and this church has a shape of an old simple wooden boat.
As people from a pretty poor Catholic country, where a church had often been the only adorable building in a good shape in town, we have visited almost all churches of Helsinki or at least have fed seagulls in their surroundings, but I'm such a mess now that I'll better make another post about it. Long posts go out of control.
Aleksis Kivi. The old school, aka boring, Finnish writer and Pepsi, the flavor of cola to those who had Coca forbidden.
Kalevalians
And to some more heroes, German...
and Russian.
It's been fine. For me, who is Baltic and Nordic oriented forever, it's been interesting to discover the ease of Helsinki's bilingualism, various religions, a mixture of cultures like in Vilnius, like in Riga, like in Tallinn. In Helsinki, there's something Baltic, something Scandinavian, and something Russian.
Find some gloves here...
...or the ring, your saviour.
They adore simplicity and those simple meadow or train station flowers, so do I.
Here you go if you want to reach out to the city center from your Tallinn ferry or vice versa.
But they don't love bikes in Helsinki quite as much as they do in Amsterdam or Copenhagen.
Out of my laze, I thought, I should post just this one. Says it all or rather would say it all, if only the proud vatniki would understand English.
A Swede from Finland wearing a Russian winter cap shapka-ushanka...
...and some Finnish culture he had deffinitely helped to save in a building behind him.
The Sibelius park,
...and the Sibelius exhibition...
...in a the City House (stadshuset, something inbetween the town hall and the house of culture) of Helsinki.
Presidential palace with no President inside there (no flag).
You have some work to do before you go to a cafe, get to see your theater...
...or open the door of your oldest Stockmann.
Just an abstract knight.
The train station is a pearl of the Baltic National arhitecture. You can find buildings with such details in Riga and in Kaunas (smaller scale, though).
Belarus - have it deep inside... The embassy had been found together with the South African one.
The school of autodrivers, if I recall right.
This is a new church of Silence. Not because Finns care of churches, but because they love silence. Silence is a must inside there. Some buildings in cities around the Baltic sea are shaped as ships, big liners, and this church has a shape of an old simple wooden boat.
As people from a pretty poor Catholic country, where a church had often been the only adorable building in a good shape in town, we have visited almost all churches of Helsinki or at least have fed seagulls in their surroundings, but I'm such a mess now that I'll better make another post about it. Long posts go out of control.
Aleksis Kivi. The old school, aka boring, Finnish writer and Pepsi, the flavor of cola to those who had Coca forbidden.
Kalevalians
And to some more heroes, German...
and Russian.