Nüremberg is like stepping into a Christmas carol. The snow lightly falling, the carolers singing on the stage, the gothic cathedral towering overhead with its glockenspiel, and the smell of the famous lebkuchen (gingerbread) urging me to try just one more. The wooden market stalls (some over 100 years old) with cheerful red & white roofs are made of regional spruce and we met some artists and craftsmen/women who, though not as old as the stalls, were 4th generation artists in their families. While the Frankfurt market had a bustling and crowded NYC vibe and all about drinking, Nüremberg has a spacious, relaxed feel — a town that treasures and protects its lebkuchen recipes within its walls and behind a moat. Yes, they are that good.
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