It seems all good stories start with a stop at my fav place.This sign is really hittin’ home for me…😂Coffee, millefeuille and pool.The next day we took the train to Szentendre, a village that is meant to portray traditional Hungarian living (but it gets lots of tourists).I had in my mind that we were going to the Skanzen Museum which is a few mile bus trip away from Szentendre. It has actual, old-school, traditional housing…like with thatched roofs and the whole nine yards. This town was stunning in its own right but if you are planning a trip here, make sure ya look at all the bus info for Szentendre to Skanzen (they aren’t super frequent) and don’t go in too much of a rush. A tiny side-street where we found some langos to introduce our bud to.The river Danube.I became obsessed with this ivy-covered home.Isn’t it just the prettiest thing ever!? I love ivy.It started to rain a bit so we took shelter in a cafe and had some eats. It was cha-cha-cha-chilly.We warmed up with goulash soup. Yum yum.Then grabbed the train back and hit up Szent Gellert Baths, followed by our greasy gyro joint.