The Nuremberg Christkindlesmarket, part 1

BFF and I aren't in the habit of celebrating Christmas with a tree and decorations and whatnot. It's partly because the holiday has become a wholly commercial enterprise, especially in the U.S., especially where we lived. In other parts of the country it could be different, but in SoCal it's definitely soul-sucking. Anyway. Aside from the religious aspect, Christmas is really for the kids.

But I had *always* wanted to go to a Christmas market, in particular the one in Nuremberg, where it all began. Christmas in Germany is definitely more traditional in terms of the customs, such as lebkuchen and glühwein. The ornaments are not your typical plastic things made in China, but things like zwetschgenmännle, or prune people, that BFF remembers making in elementary school. We made it to the market three times: once with BFF's family in the evening, the second with friends in the evening as well (when we drank all three versions of said glühwein and kinder punsch), and the third with just the two of us during the day.

Needless to say, I turned into a kid again all three times, looking and pointing at everything I saw. BFF, for the most part, was amused.

◊ The Nuremberg Christkindlesmarkt during the day.

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