December 6th – Every year I swear will be my last visit to Birmingham’s annual Frankfurt German Market. After catching an almost identical one in Leeds in 2018, I’d concluded that these things were just a concoction for tourists selling all the same tat every year.
However, whenever I’m presented with the reality – the smell of food, the noise, the colour and spectacle – my heart melts and I really enjoy a potter around. I’ve found the best time to go is at night, midweek: Busy enough to be fun, calm enough to be tolerable.
I never buy much – save for the obligatory meaty and sweet treats – but I enjoy the frenetic beauty of it.
I must say, the people who lit it and New Street this year did a cracking job.
Merry Christmas Birmingham!
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