On one particularly sunny morning during our Scanian vacation, we had to put on the brakes to give Mother Goose-and-family-and-friends time to saunter leisurely across the road.
Hubby, being Scanian by birth, smacked his lips, as roast goose and black soup (with goose blood as the main ingredient), a Scanian speciality, tickled his imagination and palate.
Whilst I, not being Scanian whichever way you look at it, just shuddered at the memory of a bygone day when a little girl of five (yours truly) was chased down the lane by a honking oversized goose.
If you are one of those people who love to eat goose for whatever reason (Scanian or otherwise), it might be worth your while to make your way to the charming sleepy village of Skanör at the southwestern tip of Scania.
There you will find Skanörs Gästgifvaregård, a well-known restaurant famous for its Martinmas goose dinners.
Just outside the restaurant you will also find the one and only goose crossing in the whole wide world.
See you there, perhaps?
Honk! Honk!
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