Yesterday was the best day we have had in Weimar and perhaps on of the best of the whole trip. It was snowing when we awoke, which is always a great start to the day. It is like a really good foundation, covers up all the nasty bumps with a beautiful clean pure blanket of sparkling white and leaves the important features displayed, even accentuated.
We did a self paced walking tour of the city and learnt that Weimar has a very big crush on Goethe and Schilling and lets them play way too much of a role in any historical feature of the city. The other day we went into a little museum/display they had set up about the history of Weimar.....the feature started back with first man etc and I thought it was going to be a very comprehensive albeit concise look at the development of the town and the great important city it became - but it ended before even the 1900's. Very disappointing. And they had the character of Goethe narrate the majority of it. So when we decided to do the walking tour I thought we would have better luck. Not so. This time our guides was both....yep Goethe and Schiller. By the end of the tour I thought Goethe was a arse and Schiller a dick.
But it was a fun way to walk around the town and it took us to the Cemetery which we had both wanted to check out. Afterwards we had many a refreshment at the Glühwein hut that has become our home in the market, then we headed over to the town hall to listen to the bells and enjoy the events on that side of the town.
It snowed pretty much all day - with a slight pause in the middle where the snow turned to sleet. I loved it. Chris made friends with a kid that decided to use the wrapping paper rolls that his mother had given him the task of carrying around as weapons. He was very creative with how many different weapons he came up with actually. And I made friends with a group that had bought their ageing Bernese Mountain Dog to the market with them. We bought a silly glass snail and were taught the correct way to ask for a shot of rum in our mulled wine.
I can't really describe how beautiful it was to be standing next to a massive Christmas tree with a trumpeter playing and looking up into a sky snowing down on me.
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| Snow ball fight |
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| looking pleased with myself for direct hit |
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| The very best Christmas and it is not even Christmas yet |
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| then GB got his own back |
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| The river Ilm |
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| more snow fights |
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| I was trying to convince GB that the snow was thick enough to make an angel |
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| hot Apfelpunch |
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