Sometimes I wonder why I travel so much ... I'm almost at the end of my tour of Latvia and a cool Friday morning, I go to Rundale near the Lithuanian border, to discover the "Latvian Versailles". The resemblance is uncanny, although the size is ridiculous compared to that of the famous palace of the Louis XIV. But the spell is the same, the architecture restored shines in the morning sun. The remains of aristocracy and Courlandian style of Pils Rundale Courlandian welcome me.

After leaving Liepaja on the coast, I'm going to Kuldiga, a charming town in rural Courland. During a two-hour bus ride through the green fields my imagination has jumped from Britain to Ireland and then returned to the Alps in summertime and stops in Latvia.

I came to Liepaja with one objective: to attend the Baltic Beach Party, a famous pop rock and electro festival in Eastern Europe, on the beach. The atmosphere will change me from the decked streets of Riga I thought.
After three hours by bus, I arrive in a gray, gloomy and rainy city. Although it is the third city of the country, we cross it in 20 minutes.