(And the Hannukah season. And the Kwanzaa season. Not wanting to marginalise anyone…)
stench delicate fragrance of a vile subtle mix of cinnamon and pine….
garish elegant trinkets decorations….
blatant commercialism understated entrepreneurism of it all…
gratingly tuneless Muzak traditional Christmas carols….
There are oases of taste, though.
The Craftsmens Guild opened their annual Christmas market in the Lampenfabrik on Friday evening, and most enjoyable it was, too.
Eke Wolf, the goldsmith, was there, too, which was a pleasant surprise.
Even remembered my name
Which isn’t a big surprise, given that Ms JB’s recent purchase probably paid off her mortgage……