You know that little cute rooster on top of churches? It was always a cool little thing, until I stared it straight in its eyes. In an old church in Riga I found an old rooster, now retired and stored in a room full of curiosities. That tiny little thing suddenly looked huge! Without the sun sparkling off its bronzen/golden skin it looked kind of sad. From the glorious top of the church, it’s sunk into the dark corners of it. Retirement is never glamorous.