Every year deserves its post on the Christkindlesmarkt: here was 2007 and there 2008.
You’ll have to imagine the atmosphere and scents and believe me a little. Every year, at the begining of the Advent-time, the market place of Nuremberg, borded by its Frauenkirche, is invaded by little wooden tents with red-white covers (colors of Franconia, the sub-region of Bavaria where Nuremberg is located). On friday before the first advent weekend exactly, the Christkind will appear on the balcony of the Frauenkirche and call all the kids of the world in to come and prepare themselved for Christmas (if you can read German, have a look at the post I wrote in 2007 where I quoted the whole invitation speech ; it’s worth it). All those little tents will stay there until christmas and be visited by over 2 million happy xmas-friends.
I must say I don’t know what all the tourists look for when they come here. Most of the shops are just selling xmas deco that you can now find pretty much everywhere. But for all the adults who used to come here as kids and kids nowadays, it seems to be pure heaven. Scents of grilled sausages mixed with and cinamoon, fruit-breads and sweets, not to forget the Glühwein (cooked wine with spices) fumes. I must admit, even if xmas did not really used to sound, smell, taste or look like that for me it’s a really pleasant place to go to… and that must be what people search for.
So that’s a common place to be in December. Colleagues and friends meet over a Mug Glühwein, families (at best with kids and babby buggies in the crowd) over a few roasted almonds and whomever over a “3 im Weckla” (3 finger-like sausages typical of Nuremberg in a little piece of bread).
As a real Nürnberger, I met old colleagues last week with whom I worked really hard on trying all the different sorts of Glühwein (and Feuerzangenbowle of course) that there is. We met again, with MlleV’s friends this time, on saturday. When the weather was barely over -15°C and if the Glühwein was enough to raise our global body temperature (and lower our mental capacities of course) it did not go as far as the fingers or toes. That was freaking cold so to say.
On the way back (actually on the way in… but it did not go well with my storyline
) we came by the Albrecht Dürer Platz (he was the most famous painter of the city in the 16th century), place that must be one of the oldest-looking places in town and can become a photography wonder on times like those…









