Built by Tsar Alexander I after Napoleon’s invasion. Never saw a single shot fired in anger. Instead, it became a prison, a barracks, a concentration camp (first for Poles, then for Jews), then a Soviet garrison, then a museum. Walking the ramparts at 9 AM, alone except for a stray dog, I feel the weight of nested tragedies. A plaque in three languages: “Here, in 1941, 1,400 Jews were held before execution. Among them: children.”
Thirty minutes east. Andrupene is not a museum. It is a living village of potters. I visit the workshop of , 84, whose hands are cracked like dry lakebed. He throws a bowl in 90 seconds, then explains the glaze: local sand, birch ash, and a secret he calls “zaļais spēks” (green power). I buy a jug shaped like a rooster. He laughs: “Tas dziedās tikai tad, kad būsi laimīgs.” (It will crow only when you are happy.) latgale trip v3
Later, a swim. October water is bracing, but Latgalians believe every lake has a ūdensmāte – a water mother – who heals joint pain. I emerge shivering, convinced my knees are younger. Placebo or magic? In Latgale, the distinction is irrelevant. Built by Tsar Alexander I after Napoleon’s invasion