Ambling through the Christkindlmarkt, Munich’s biggest Christmas market, feeling distinctly tipsy after my third (or maybe my fourth?) mug of Glühwein, I experienced a strange sensation, something I hadn’t felt in ages. For the first time in a long while, I realised I was feeling rather festive. Back in Britain, I’m the archetypal Christmas grouch – but leave me in a German Christmas market for a few hours and I become a big kid again.
This is the first year since Covid that Munich has been able to mount a proper Christmas market season. That might not sound like such a big deal to Brits, but it’s headline news in Bavaria. Like the Oktoberfest, Munich’s Christmas markets are one of its most cherished traditions – a chance to meet up with friends and colleagues (or, even better, perfect strangers) and drink too much and stuff your face and do some Christmas shopping while you’re at it.
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