Finding Sugar Paradise at Taxinge slott, Sweden
I was already at the pastry table when they rounded the corner – a curly-haired woman holding a small point-and-shoot camera, and two kids, no more than 6 or 7, a boy and girl both holding their father’s hands, one at each side. I caught their mother’s expression first – mouth wide open, eyes twinkling, camera ready. A girl-like giggle escaped her. “This is insane,” she must have been thinking. At least that’s what I thought when I rounded the same corner.