Sometimes you just have to schedule Monday morning meetings that require you to fly in the night before and enjoy the Christmas market.
I took a tasting menu approach to dinner: first a bratwurst with sauerkraut . . .
. . . then some raclette over potatoes . . .
. . . with a cinnamon sugar crepe to wash it all down.
I had planned to continue on to hot cider and maybe a beignet, but by then the carbs had kicked in and I decided to take the part of moderation.
I stopped by the shop of wooden German handicrafts hoping to find more of the nutcrackers and smokers that I found there last time. Only the guy was ornery and yelled at me when he saw me picking out the ones I wanted to buy. So I placed them down gently and walked back out into the night. Because I don’t need nutcrackers enough to tolerate getting yelled at.
And it turns out there was a whole other market that I hadn’t even known about!
Full of lights and rides and, to be honest, better food and shops than the other one. I unexpectedly ran into some friends and had a good chat. They told me where to find the grilled salmon and chocolate donuts . . . so I guess I know where I’ll be having dinner tomorrow night!