in this December ... time with others of a good social mix. A Christmas meal or few. A group lunch or two. A panto in its season. A German Christmas market in decadence. An array of transport. An array of environments.
The crowds, The smell of booze. The begging. The busking.
This a most colourful array on the senses impacted my mind vividly. The aromas of a market different in culture. The linger of this time in the days that follow.
The words in German ... the local dialect up North. I am now as accustomed to hey up me duck like I am with the Cornish lilt my daughter notices more since regularly back in the concept of my life again ...
The crowds, The smell of booze. The begging. The busking.
This a most colourful array on the senses impacted my mind vividly. The aromas of a market different in culture. The linger of this time in the days that follow.
The words in German ... the local dialect up North. I am now as accustomed to hey up me duck like I am with the Cornish lilt my daughter notices more since regularly back in the concept of my life again ...
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