At the Christkindlmarket
This is why we go to the Christkindlmarket in downtown Chicago every year – to visit the giant Menorah during Chanukah, and to enjoy German delicacies from our past (My husband and I both grew up in Munich, Germany.). This booth selling Brez’n, i.e. big soft prezels that come close to what you’d get in Munich any time of the year, tends to be our first stop, especially this year as we went Monday night in honor of our daughter’s birthday. Brez’n are one of her favorite things in life.
Not only does a giant Menorah hover over the booths, so does the Chicago Picasso statue. The Daley Center, housing the civil court, is behind it. Off to the left is the classic facade of city hall.
I love the contrast here of the glowing both with the cutesy wood crafted clocks and ornaments, above it the sprinkle of the tree lights, and beyond the stern facade of city hall.
Second stop: the Glühwein booth. This year the mulled wine came in made-in-China Santa boots.
The Sweet Castle is dangerous for my wallet because all those treats I used to love are found here, namely not only seasonal Lebkuchen (ginger bread), but Mon Chéri chocolates (pralines filled with a liquor-drenched cherry) or Mohrenköpfe (wafers topped high with a marshmallowy-filling and glazed with a thin layer of chocolate) or just “plain” Milka chocolate in its signature purple packaging; all things you can find in any German supermarket for about a 10th of the price. But hey, once a year, we indulge (It’s still cheaper to buy them here than to hop on a plane…).
Not all the booths are German, though. This one sells the coziest Himalayan knitwear.
Time to say good-bye.
The city’s big Christmas tree at the Christkindlmarket, as seen from Washington Street.