Because we had not quite OD’d on the Christmas markets surrounding us yet, we opted to see the oldest and biggest one in France. This was of course several weeks ago (the weekend before Christmas), because I tend to photograph things compulsively and then dread the moment when I need to sort them all out. Anyway. This was a nice pre-vacation before we spent Christmas in Madrid; between the two cities, my desire for these markets is now satiated.
The Christmas markets of Luxembourg City were one of the first things I wrote about upon arriving here, so I felt compelled to bookend my one year anniversary by celebrating them again. They begin popping up around the end of November, so as not to sicken residents of the season months before it even arrives (see US shopping malls for comparison). They decorate a city which tends toward the grey and gloomy this time of year with light and activity, they fill the streets with festive shoppers long after normal shops have closed, and they have introduced me to the wonders of gluhwein and gromperekichelcher (which has taken most of the year just to learn how to pronounce).