There's the Doma Church to my left as I head across. Ahead, the streets seem to bustle. The enormous paRex bank ad reads

An open invitatation to those trying to rebuild.* As I get to the edge of Vecriga, a different perspective of the same street shows it's not as crowded as first appeared. Like almost everything around here, how things look depends on your point of view. Bustling or bleak, take your pick.

Below, I'm behind St. Peter's spire, and I take a casual look down the street thinking about where to head next.

*As it turns out, this was actually the ancient "agreement" between the Blackhead Brotherhood House and the City of Riga... should it ever be destroyed, the city would rebuild it as an acknowledgement of the centuries-old relationship. I didn't know that when I wrote the album.