Went to the Christmas Continental Market on Wednesday evening, and is, as my wannabe Bostonian sister (loooove you Liz) would say, wicked awesome. The grounds around city hall are transformed into a tiny magical village of deliciously gourmet and wacky food, painfully tacky gifts (personalized diamante belt buckle anyone?), fragrant beer gardens (one in a teepee!) and all garnished with the amazing Christmas lights I've discovered they do so well here in Ireland. Unfortunately the best stuff for sale is the food (so many fudges and cakes and sausages and wines and ciders etc etc!) which doesn't transport particularly well in the hold of a plane across an ocean in checked baggage, or else I'd be bringing a ton home with me.
Mmmm savory baguettes
The enormous tree
The joy of pick & mix = too much fudge for Katie
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