I’ve long dreamed of going to Estonia, ever since I first knew it was a country some 15 years ago (I was a geography whiz kid, it may come as no surprise). Don’t ask me how or why, I just knew I wanted to someday visit.
It has this whole Eastern Europe romanticism about it, and prior to my arrival, the furthest east I’d been on the continent was Romania. Just one step closer to Russia, kids.
Tallinn’s architecture, which I found the most fascinating facet by far, is an interesting fusion of medieval remnants, communist buildings and modern Scandinavian design. It had me at medieval.
It had gorgeous churches…
…castle-like facades (that were probably no more than apartments, but who cares?)…
…spectacular town squares…
…beaches and the Baltic Sea.
I don’t think it comes as any surprise as, fairytale-lover and romantic that I am, I spent the majority of my days in the Old Town.
I feel like building shots never come out quite that interesting, but I don’t care: I walked around for hours snapping shots of the structures anyhow.
I’m not sure I’ve been anywhere lovelier, as far as cities go. And, well, I’ve seen my share of cities in my day.