The Time of Our Life: Christmastime in London

Tuesday, 8 December 2009

Christmastime in London

Philip and I took in a German Christmas Market while we had our last London date for awhile on Sunday. Hyde Park was full of the sights, sounds and smells of this season that I love so much: Decorated trees. Christmas Music. Ice Skating. Mulled Wine. Giant Pretzels. Gifts. Bliss. . .

I LOVE the sweet smell of crepes in the air. . .

German brats on crusty baugette bread. Mmmmm....

Pick & Mix Sweeties!

(In the UK all non-chocolate candy are referred to as "sweets")

2 comments:

cpearson said...: Joy, your German relatives would be proud of you.; 8 December 2009 at 19:03
ShannonK said...: I'm drooling. I think you've distracted me enough to be fixated on German Christmases that I miss so much for the rest of today. I can't handle it... I may just go insane and buy a plane ticket tonight to fly for the weekend. AHHH I MISS IT SOOO MUCH! I MISS YOU TOO MUCH TOO! haha.. LOVE YOU!; 10 December 2009 at 08:15

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Tuesday, 8 December 2009

Christmastime in London

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