is not that hard, really. I've done so every weekend in January. (Please don't pay that much attention to the publishing date up above.) On four of those weekends I've been outside waiting for the sun to rise or waiting for other sunrise spotters to return and on the fifth weekend, I'm sure I gazed out. The mornings of the first weekend in January were different from a whole bunch of previous ones in a sense that at 9 a.m. there were other people strolling the streets of the old town. It was so out of the ordinary and not expected but also good feeling, as if summer had returned. The people in the streets were dressed a bit differently though than you'd see them in a summer. A lot of them wore fur coats but also furry hats and boots. Most of them had come from Russia, either by bus or their own car, either back after previous New Year's visits or perhaps first time because recommended to do so by friends. For some reason, part of which might be steady marketing, Tallinn seems to be quite popular New Year's destination for our eastern neighbors. Even more surprised, I later found coaches with Swedish and Latvian license plates lined up outside the old town, waiting for their passengers.
The last Saturday in January was similar: I wandered outside and was surprised by all these early risers that looked touristy enough but whom I couldn't label as coming from a certain place of origin or for a certain reason. They seemed to be Northerners, though. And it was sunny that day which made it even more summer-like.
