Out at the mouth of the Daugava, there is a long breakwater or jetty or seawall (growing up in Colorado, your correspondent has no idea which, if any, of these is correct) sticking out into the Gulf of Riga. It's surprising that after miles of industrial decay, and then some miles of pretty much nothing, all of a sudden this structure boasts hundreds of yards packed with fishermen. I never saw anyone catch anything, but this many fishermen can't be wrong.
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