It is the small things. Seeing father and son carrying home their Christmas tree on of the Christmas tree stalls in the city - just walking it back to there apartment. Or the lady with a cart attached to her bicycle with a big tree in it. The way all the family come out to the markets and have a wurst and some glühwein.
Weimar has been witness to my very first hangover of the trip. Our first afternoon was fantastic, until I accidentally got hideously drunk. We experienced several bars, the Christmas market and saw the sights of the town centre. So much fun followed by so much hurt. The next day we walked through the park and visited Goethe's garden house and some ruins we stumbled upon.
I think it is lucky that we are here in Winter, as beautiful as it is now, because I am pretty sure if this place was in all it's Autumn splendour then I am not sure I would ever leave.
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| What?! Another Christmas Market |
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| Ruins in the park by the river |
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| Fish stall, that is a smoking box out the front |
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| our local drinking establishment in Weimar is the one of the bigger Glühwein huts with fire to help keep you warm |
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| The main square in front of the Town Hall |
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| we bought too many sausages from this guy |
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| a trumpeter playing on the balcony of the Town Hall - it was beautiful |
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| A little bar where we ended the night |
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| Not sure what this building is but I love all the little windows in the roof |
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| Castle Museum and tower (think it might have been part of a gate house once) |
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| Goethe's garden house - in the spring and summer it is covered in vines |
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