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Her plane was leaving at 2.30pm. Enough time to meet me at the station and catch up over brunch at the five star hotel standing atop a magnificent estate, where royalty and Fabergé eggs had rested.

She was Hungarian, but not very hungry, so brunch was perfect. We chatted and shared the things happening in our lives. French toasts, crispy local bacon and maple syrup for dipping. A perfect 'elevenses' at a perfectly reasonable price.

Then Budapest beckoned, after the requisite photo, taken by an obliging waitress.

Glad I'd already told my wife when Facebook shared our snap and snack.