Each morning as I stepped down into the hotel lobby, this rhino was dolefully observing the guests from a different spot. Perhaps the hotel houses elves cart the poor thing around the halls at night?

Never do I leave Gothenburg without a cinnamon roll the size of a pizza plate from Café Husaren. And this time also a  gigantic chocolate meringue that barely fit into a lunch salad box. Until next time, when I intend to sample the EP-sized chocolate cookie. (Gothenburg, Sweden; August 2014)