Our last morning in Budapest, we went to the great market hall to have breakfast again. This time, Mr. P wanted to try one of the incredible pastries that they had on display. He chose this one, because it so resembles the Swedish semla. Well, turns out, the taste didn’t resemble the semla at all. The bread part was kind of brioche like, the cream was very fluffy and kind of hard (probably with egg-whites in it) and there was vanilla cream in it. It was good, though. Kind of heavy, but good.
After that sturdy breakfast, we picked up our bags, took the metro to the other Budapest train station and got on the train bound for Ljubljana. Next stop: Zagreb.
Katja Malmborg 