***Serena***
The drive to the Christmas market is very picturesque with the snow falling. It has begun to settle in places and by the time we get to the city the fields look white. Thankfully, the roads have been salted, otherwise the hills we have gone up and down would've made the journey a lot more interesting.
We get out of the taxi, and it looks more like a film set than real life. It rarely snows here and to do so around Christmastime is really quite unusual.
"Are we in agreement about getting food first?" James asks. I nod happily, and he gently takes my previously injured hand with a gloved hand of his. We start walking hand in hand to a little circle of stalls.
"Oh, decision easily made," James says, gesturing toward a delicious-smelling hog roast stall.
"Definitely!" I agree
