A snowy, cold Christmas Market in the center of Bremen, Germany where I spent about a week as a young buck in the winter of 1986 and another week 23 years later in June of 2009 with the Grand Duchess. I would happily return for longer if ever the opportunity were to present itself.
Quiet is underrated in 2015. What a shame since being able to hear oneself think without distractions from traffic, people, or digital gizmos of one kind or another is fast becoming one of the joys of life for yours truly.
In other news, and speaking of digital gizmos, the Raid on Fickmuhlen (sp?) is about to begin via email between Greg Horne and myself. My money is, naturally, on General von Tschatschke, but you never know.