When the Alps got the first dump of snow in November, I felt super Christmassy. But as usual, the passing cold front was followed by a very long, warm and windy one and it took our winter wonderland with it. So when December hit and Christmas songs started playing on the radio, I wasn’t really feel the Christmas vibe. But there’s a place I love to visit that is like a slap in the face from Christmas, and you can’t help yourself but eat roasted chestnuts, drink glühwein (or my favourite is orange amaretto punch) and be extremely merry. I give you the Innsbruck Christkindlmarkt:
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