Us: Excuse us, do you speak English? Is this milk?
Him: Uhh, milk? ... No, this is milk (as he points). In Estonian, milk is Piim.
The last morning in Helsinki it was raining as we boarded another ferry to take us over to Tallinn, a relatively short 2.5 hour ride across a skinny section of the Baltic Sea. Arriving at port, the skyline was a complete departure from that of Helsinki.
The most prominent features are several green/black-roofed spires that belong to churches and the town hall, dating from 1402. Apparently it's the only intact Gothic style townhall in Northern Europe.
We hopped in a cab after scurrying around to find a pay-phone to call the George, the manager for the apartment we rented. The cabbie dropped us off at the address we had but there was absolutely nothing to tell us where to go from that point on. Turns out the apartment was through a tiny door, down a tunnel, around a corner and up three flights of stairs.