After wandering through my new neighborhood, Kalamaja, two things happen; I find the market (Säästumarket) and I fall in love with the wooden houses. Kalamaja translates to Fish-house, which is a curious coincidence to a girl that lives on the edge of a neighborhood in Philadelphia called Fishtown. This section of Tallinn, which is a stones throw from the Baltic Sea was once a home to fishermen and their families. In the late 19th century it was transformed into a factory/industrial area and the wooden houses sprung up like the wild dandelions. Most are now a bit neglected after years of changing government and building ownership, but on me the their beauty and charm are not lost.
|scored for less that 20 euro|
|a simple first meal to celebrate my first night|
|view from the balconette|
|Kalamaja Park, located directly across the street, was once the city's oldest cemetery|