(I may have exaggerated a little, particularly the number of candles.) There you have it: a Viennese Christmas market. Then spread it all out in front of a magnificent historical building.
Now throw in the scent of baked potatoes, fresh bread, strudel, candied nuts, and more. Imagine crisp winter air, the glitter of a thousand candles, steaming mugs of punch, laughter, smiles, roasted chestnuts, the tinkle of glass baubles, and the delicate crafts of numerous artisans. The Christmas market goes by various names, but all tend to follow the same pattern… (The main entrance to the Christkindlmarkt in front of city hall)
