Until the sugar wore off.
Until we arrived at the Old Town Square.
By this time, rain had arrived and our umbrella was safe and dry at home in Vienna. Maybe we were in the wrong square and if we wandered around the Easter Market would appear! No such luck. I even ducked into a coffee shop to ask directions and the lovely woman at the counter had to Google "Easter Market" to figure out what I was asking about. This is always a bad sign. Apparently, the Bratislava Easter Market is only during the weekend before Easter.
By now we were soaked and hungry and far enough away from the train station to really feel miserable.
Until we spied a vintage shop.
After a brief visit, we made our way to lunch. Unfortunately, the rain grew stronger as we headed back to the train station for our return trip.
Until we found a market with an Easter decoration. A Bratislava Easter Market.