The Birmingham Christmas Market has opened this week too which makes getting to the train station fun. You know that scene in every zombie movie ever where there are 100s of zombies stumbling along and one or two humans are trying to blend in? That's how I have felt.
I wasn't actually trying to blend in, but I physically could not move any faster than a shuffle and I was penned in on every side. It was not fun. I eventually managed to nip down a side street and away from the crowd.
Only five more evenings to get through, I will try not to kill anyone.
I have to say though, although the market is called the Frankfurt market, I did not hear one German accent, or see one German registered vehicle.
There was a Belgian Hot Chocolate van, noodle bars, falafal, stalls selling ostrich burgers, jerk chicken, none of which I believe are German.
The beer stalls were doing good business, I do think it is the novelty of being able to walk around with a pint in their hands that was attracting people, it certainly wasn't the price.
Majority of the craft stalls looked like they had all gone to the same warehouse to fill up.
I imagine that it would nice to walk around with friends, and stop now and then for a drink or something to eat, but when I am on my own and it is between me and home I have to say I am not impressed.
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