Over the bridge to Malmö (again).
Just before leaving Copenhagen for good, I took the train over the bridge for a day of city wandering (and baby duckling watching) in southern Sweden.
It was a sunny Sunday, and the city was quiet.
Sounds like the start of a Christmas carol. But nope. This was June.
Mark and I had fika at Lille Kafferosteriet, the same coffee shop Nadia and I had stopped in 4 months earlier. That heart shaped pastry was filled with custard – aka, best thing ever.
Since it was a Sunday, most of the shops were closed and the streets were empty.
So we decided to hang out in the park instead.
We made the right choice.
I mean – how epically beautiful is this!?
Baby duckies ❤
And there’s the Turning Torso off in the distance.
Oh Sweden, you puuuuuurty.
After our leisure stroll through the park, we took the train back over the Øresund Bridge to Copenhagen.
Where room service was waiting.
As was the derpiest soft serve.
AND MINI CHURRO BITES.
Priorities. We have them.