Yes, Estonians are big fans of their nature, but there are rules of etiquette even in the deepest darkest forest. So in case you are not familiar with the unwritten ways of behaving, I will give you a few clues on how to act when nature calls in nature: climb up the hill, go down the stairs, go up the stairs and lock the door, because you never know where the Estonian Style paparazzi with their all-seeing cameras might be hiding.
"Cannot the language of this land / In the wind of incantation / Rise up to the heavens / Seek for eternity?" asked the first Estonian poet Kristjan Jaak Peterson back in 1818. And I say it surely can, and with a sneer on it's face.
Spring doesn't only get the mini-skirted girls out from their caves, it is also the time for street musicians. This young Tartu artist Tiit Joala had his bamboo sax with him today and I am not lying when I tell you that he was playing "Summertime" when I took the picture. Bamboo saxes are made by a hippie genius Eric the Flute Maker, they are a hundred times more comfortable to carry with you than the originally shaped instruments and they sound like heaven. Photo by Andra Teede (Kass Ting).
