We’ve become connoisseurs of Christmas markets. Stefan likes to go home to Munich, and everyone should taste Schmidt’s Chocolate-covered Lebkuchen at least once in their lives (look for the bruch =broken ones; as far as I can tell, any even minisicule, invisible to the naked eye imperfection qualifies them as broken).
We didn’t get to Munich this year. For the best Christmas market in Switzerland it’s Basel all the way. We were there for opening night, while in the U.S. you were having Thanksgiving:
Not sure why this Little Lord of Bratwurst rules over the market… but he does!
