Haven’t blogged for a while as I’ve been too busy. And now, a week into my intensive Estonian course in Tartu, my head’s too full of Estonian declensions to write a proper blog. So I thought I’d share some photos from my Saturday morning walk around Tartu’s university park and “Toomemägi” (cathedral hill). I hadn’t known what to expect of Estonia’s second city, with its reputation as a “closed city” in Soviet times, but I think the pictures speak for themselves …
Tartu University (founded 1632): in Latin …
… and Estonian
Angel’s bridge: typical neoclassical style, with the inscription “Otium reficit vires” (leisure restores strength)
Tartu’s old cathedral, in ruins since 16th century
19th century café evokes Russian influencePagan roots: one of the many “sacrifice stones” in Estonia
Next to 19th science: old observatory …
… and old anatomical theatre
Part of ruined cathedral – once the university library, now a museumKristjan Jaak Peterson, Estonian national poet who died aged 21 and walked from Riga to TartuBack down the hill past the Department of Languages, where my Estonian classes are heldTown-hall squareCeci n’est pas une universitéEmajõgi – Tartu’s river – literally “mother river”
Mul ei ole enam ema , aga ma armastan Emajõge – “I no longer have a mother, but I love Emajõgi” (as we might say in Estonian class).
And finally … Foucault’s pendulum
Taeva all on ainult üks perekond – “under the heavens there is but one family” (Bruce Lee).
Lovely blog!
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