All year round, Nuremberg is a regional hub for commerce and culture, regularly drawing in people from across Bavaria. But when Christmastime rolls around, the city centre turns into a melting pot of European and International visitors. They all come to see the „Christkindlesmarkt“, Nuremberg’s traditional Christmas Market, that turns the old town square into a scene of equal parts sacredly guarded local traditions and multi-cultural Disneyland of kitsch.
My friends and I never concluded to a final opinion on what to think of this always packed to the rims attraction, loathing the stresses of evenings spent squeezing though the masses to drink an overpriced cup of mulled vine that always seem to be too hot, burning your fingers and tongue or too cold, leaving you with the duty to finish drinking lukewarm, sticky-sweet sugar syrup, all the while acknowledging that we had to go at least once.
A local Christmas tradition I love so much that I start as soon as possible every year is eating Nuremberg’s viciously delicious kind of gingerbread. As a Protected Geographical Indication, „Nürnberger Lebkuchen“ have to be produced locally and often still are made on a small scale by local bakeries. My favourite one hides at the backyard of a street just a couple of blocks north of the city centre, but outside the boundaries of most tourists.
It may sound petty, but agreeing to secure regional specialities from becoming indistinguishably watered down international industry products is one of the things I’m very thankful for in the European Community. It is a small but perfect example of the very best Europe has to offer: Building a common vision that celebrates the diverse regional cultures. ( @ixfel
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