Marché de Noel simply means “christmas market,” and the first word is pronounced “mahr-shay.” I was first introduced to the wonders of a European christmas market when I was visiting the Kirs Kringle Mart in Heidelberg oh, so many years ago. I tasted gluhwein (hot, spiced wine) and ate something delicious – probably breaded, fried meat – and I was hooked.
The Marché de Noel in Paris can hold its own next to the Kris Kringle Mart. Here are some of the stands you might see: Russian dolls with dour looking sales ladies at the stands.
and provincial lavender.
And artisanal chocolates.
all made in France
I should not be creating this post on an empty stomach because it’s about to get real here. Know what else they have?
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire!
Jack Frost nipping at . . . (oh wait)
And gluhwein of its own, called vin chaud.
(I bought a kit to make it with alcohol-free wine and it turned out well.
Cotton candy, translated as “daddy’s beard.”
Crèpes and waffles!
And soups and beer!
And sweet fried treats!
And . . . a chance to toss it all on the amusement rides!
(There’s a good reason I’m on that ride with the kids, and not Matthieu. I only toss my cookies when pregnant).
And the Marché de Noel is no less enchanting at night –
where you can continue to shop
and continue to eat.
If the sights and smells and tastes don’t strike you as simply enchanting . . .
have some more gluhwein!