We kicked off the Weihnachtsmarkt season in Trier the day after Thanksgiving. Trier is one of my favorite places in Germany and I knew even if the market was a bust, there would be plenty to see.
The skeletal remains of the vineyards stand in stark contrast to their summer glory.
First stop is parking, always a challenge with the Suburban. Always a challenge. Here stands the man, victorious at last.
Parked nearby was a decked out scooter. "Cause really, what scooter couldn't benefit from a little fringe right?
On we walked to the city center.
Past St. Christopher, who figures prominently in German sculpture and murals.
and St Nicholas...
The markets themselves are usually set up in the city square or walkplatz. Stalls are arranged with food, drink, and wares for sale. Drink of choice is hot gluhwein.
Our bunch dove into this bucket of chocolate covered goodness.
can't pass up some mushroom love...
We passed back through the Porta Nigra on the way out, it's facade illuminated. Stunning!
The every day there seems so breathtaking!
Posted by: tara | December 02, 2011 at 01:21 PM
I miss the gluhwein...and the Christmas markets...and statues and architecture and the Porta Nigra. Trier is one of my favorite places too! :)
Posted by: Jen | December 02, 2011 at 02:43 PM
Oh Kim, I am so jealous. Your pictures brought back so many memories of our time in Germany--we went to the markets in Rothenburg and Nuremburg and they were magical. I am so glad these traditions continue in Germany.
Posted by: Fran | December 02, 2011 at 10:39 PM
Beautiful!!!!
Posted by: Theresa | December 02, 2011 at 10:56 PM
A bucket of chocolate?? That's my kind of place! I feel my German genes getting revved up. ;o) What a gorgeous place, and stunning photos. So glad you were able to go!
Posted by: Sue | December 03, 2011 at 02:57 PM
Kim, one of my favorite memories is when I went with a church group to the Trier Cathedral, and we sang acapella--"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, there's just something about that name..." it was one of those moments you cherish.
My parents drove a powder-blue Dodge Duster in the late '80's down those narrow streets--not as bad as a suburban! Can you imagine a 15 pass. van? Your husband is amazing--I am so glad we have these men to do the impossible!
Posted by: Sherry | December 04, 2011 at 05:36 PM
Wow. So beautiful. And so full of history, every step you take. I love the statues of the saints everywhere!
Posted by: Lisa | December 05, 2011 at 04:33 PM