First, The Roomie and I made a quick trip to Metz to see the Christmas market. I'd been dying to go, as Europe (and particularly this part of Europe) is known for its Christmas markets.
I love hustle and bustle and to be delighted by something new - even after all of the incredible things I've seen - is always a treat. The Market was nothing short of charming. The streets were packed with people buying, eating, drinking and some (like me) simply gawking. Hanging meats, giant pots of hot oil for churros (or maybe the French equivalent of what I call a churro?) and the most enormous pot of tartiflette I've ever seen. It was Christmas on steroids and something I thoroughly enjoyed.