What I love about Birmingham’s Frankfurt Christmas market is its size, diversity and atmosphere.
It is the largest Christmas market outside of Germany or Austria and it takes place in their main square, as it has for 15 years. I had a Baileys hot chocolate and two “Christmas” shots. I also tried the German mini pancakes, a waffle and a hot dog.
Enjoying the merry go-round were people from all backgrounds and cultures, including a man wearing a taqiyah, a man wearing a turban and a woman wearing a hijab.
Get down there and enjoy it. It runs until 23 December.
Today I am celebrating the second anniversary of my blog, which I started as a response to unemployment. A big thank you to all you readers and especially my followers who continue to inspire me.
So much has happened since then. I was soon employed and am now able to go on holidays and have driving lessons. Driving is still scaring me but apparently I have good handling of the car. Speeding is my main problem, as everyone else does so I feel like I am holding them up, but it is also quite fun. However I am aware that having points on a provisional licence would not be ideal. My instructor is right to eye that “speedo” like a hawk. The amount of time I spend waiting for buses alone may justify the expense of a car. In today’s fast-paced society, time is money. I’m also saving for a house but the deposit alone is £60,000 so even though I am responsible for half, it’s going to take me years if not decades.
But I digress. As promised here is Potsdam in December. We went on a walking tour which wasn’t worth the money but it’s a lovely city.
The Germans are almost as excited about cycling as the Dutch.
Bahnhof is German for station.
Building work is transformed into art and a cement mixer features a family for no apparent reason.
A church seen from the palace (reconstructed due to extensive bombing in the Second World War).
Glienicke bridge where three spy exchanges happened between East and West Berlin from 1962-86.
One of Potsdam’s many parks. People used to try to swim across to West Berlin from here in the Cold War days.
The Christmas market here looked more authentic and less touristy than Berlin’s.