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I won’t tell for everybody, but seems like the whole world knows about the gastronomic miracle in Segovia, Spain – Cochinillo de Asado or Roast Suckling Pig cooked in a special oven. The criteria to both pigs and restaurants are very severe: not heavier than 4-5 kilograms, milk-fed only, not older than three weeks, a special breed and a special menu for the feeding mother; and then it’s time for the chief’s talent and the special oven…
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Awaken. Ideally would be a bit later, somewhere at 10 AM, came down to the café based on the ground floor of the hotel. They make an excellent cappuccino (Latvia is a second country in the world able to make good coffee; the first one is Italy).
I started tablet PC (free Wi-Fi is everywhere), checked my mailbox, Google+, sites and blogs. I gave my replies and comments to one or another and notified some of my impressions remained from the art-block of Riga with its Art Nouveau buildings visited yesterday.
And here comes the brunch. I walked along the pavement, passing by old-time, quiet streets. I took my time, having a cool, relaxing rest. One more café – I came by and took a light repast.
Coffee, liqueurs – Moka, Vana Tallinn, Riga’s Balsam or Black Balsam – everything is great and even the “I am a real European” cat dropped in to have a cup of coffee. 
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We don’t leave our home for too long, choosing rather several short-term trips a year. We rent a car and crisscross the Europe, but not without a goals of course. Each of us has their own must see list as if we create our peculiar precious necklace, picking from the treasured pearls. Today it is the Сite de Carcassonne in Languedoc-Roussillon, France.
It’s hard to write about such places – Carcassonne history is closely connected with the hunt for the Holy Grail and tragic destiny of the powerful Order of Knights of the Temple, Templars. I wish I were some new Dan Brown to tell you this story as it ought to be told.
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Fairest among women – Venice – formerly powerful and rich. You are still impressive, Lady Venice, but… only from a distance. The years pass rapidly, your skin withers, becomes more parchment and thin and finally bursts and drops off with the lumps of plaster. Meanwhile the time arrives more and more with the waving years. And your cosmetologist is already losing his heart in despair. Read more...
