Fika in Gothenburg

We found ourselves in Haga, a quaint section of Gothenburg around the late morning.

This meant we participated in Fika- Swedish late morning teatime.

We stopped at a typical bakery and had the typical cinnamon rolls that are the size of your head- see the window behind.
 

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