Winter settling in..

Some snow, nothing more than a dusting on the rooftops that barely lasted a few hours.

'Twas but a dusting
‘Twas but a dusting

… this seems to be a pattern developing. A brief flurry of snow that lasts for a few hours, maybe a day or two in the shadows before melting away, always hovering at just a little too warm to stay. I guess I don’t mind so long as it doesn’t start glazing over, but I have a feeling that may start happening. Give a good sub-zero (you know, -10°C or -15°C) so that the moisture dries out and does turn things into a giant ice-rink. Otherwise, I’ll be investing in crampons…

The Weihnachtsmarkt has disappeared and the weekend tourists are back, coming in on Friday afternoon — or maybe it’s just the last weekend before everyone heads back to work. Hard to tell, but the streets were pretty full yesterday afternoon (despite the crappy weather) and again today.

The day-trippers return
The day-trippers return

… and it has been a gray afternoon. A little filtering made the Nikolaikirche positively menacing:

Watch Over Us
Watch Over Us

 

After the Market
After the Market

 

Of course, this kind of light really saturates the colors that are out there — this one jumped out:

Green
Green

 

Meanwhile, over on Grimmaischestraße, things were definitely “business as usual.” Not terribly crowded compared to what it was like before Christmas, which isn’t surprising. A few brave buskers and street artists out, lots of shoppers and walkers. Oh, and there’s STILL glühwein to be had…

Heading for the Body Shop
Heading for the Body Shop

 

Supreme
Supreme

 

The phone is, of course, the common denominator here:

 

"You've got mail!"
“You’ve got mail!”

 

As I said, there’s still glühwein to be had… the tables are still set up and there’s still a few folks hanging out enjoying a cup or three.

Drink up, Drink up, Let me fill your cup...
Drink up, drink up, let me fill your cup…

 

The brave street artist, hustling away —

The Balloon Man was not singing, High and wee...
The Balloon Man was not whistling far and wee…

 

And now that Karstadt has closed, this is it:

Pretty mannequins, all in a row
Pretty mannequins, all in a row

 

People, with phones at the ready, immortalizing their visit as best they could:

In the street photographer
In the street photographer

 

… and the lights are still up, pretty much everywhere. Wondering when they’ll finally come down…

How long will they stay up?
How long will they stay up?

But the wheels still keep a-turnin’, things to do, places to see —

Getting it done, Leipziger-style
Getting it done, Leipziger-style

Tweaking…

Gray, rainy, cool but not cold like I’ve experienced elsewhen and elsewhere… January in Leipzig. So here’s some things from the same place but another time:

Still Life at Theda's (Figs..)
Still Life at Theda’s (Figs..)
Hanging out, having coffee, watching the world go by...
Hanging out, having coffee, watching the world go by…
Tramlife
Tramlife

Still trying to get this connected to the Facebook page… here’s hoping.

The Farce We Call “Facebook”

This is more of a “test post” since the August, 2018, decision by FB to make it difficult to share content from blogs such as this one. We’ll see if it works.

If it does, enjoy the image below:

On the Goetheplatz, the Leipziger Weihnachtsmarkt.
On the Goetheplatz, the Leipziger Weihnachtsmarkt.

Bigger than a breadbox…

This blog’s name, as some might know, started out as a joking riff on a song by John Cale (“At Half Past France” John Cale, “Paris, 1919” for those following along at home) and was intended to share a journey of two people, as seen from the perspective of one of them.

Landing in France, situated in a village in the Pas de Calais so tiny it no longer had a bus stop on the regional system, the title seemed to suggest something, but now I’m not sure exactly what. A joke? A veiled prophecy?

Today, I am as far from Paris as France is wide, in a town that was compared to Paris, by German writer, for its arts and natural surroundings. And it’s an old town, just as Paris is, with its medieval nooks and crannies, mysteries, and stories.

Less than a hundred meters away, stands a building built in 1165 (Nikolaikirche), serving as a focal point and a landmark.

Side door, Nikolaikirche
Side door, Nikolaikirche
It's all in the details...
It’s all in the details…
“As I walked through the fair” (On their way to the Weihnachtsmarkt)…

And in December, there was plenty happening in the neighborhood, most especially the Leipziger Weihnachtsmarkt, the annual Christmas market here.

It’s among the oldest in Germany, and one of the best known, so there’s plenty of tourists and day-trippers who come to take it all in. Lots of history, even the recipes… I mean, even the Flammküchen are historical!

Historische Flammküchen
“Historische Flammküchen” it said on the sign.
Fresh from the oven, truly hot and now! Historical Flammküchen.
Fresh from the oven, truly hot and now!
Creme-waffeln, just like Mutti used to make!
Creme-waffeln, just like Mutti used to make!
Fun for the whole family...
Fun for the whole family…
In one of the Hofs
In one of the Hofs…

Of course, there are plenty of photo-ops if you are paying attention, no matter which way you look.

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“Say ‘Käse!’ and smile…”

This group was greatly amused when I showed them the series of images I’d made of them. I was using the 12mm lens, so I had to get in close to do these… it was not a subtle street photo but very much in their faces.

All shapes, sizes, and modes of transportation — being so close to the Hauptbahnhof, it was an easy walk or scooter ride to the Market. And, of course, you could dress any way you wanted.

Keep on movin'...
Keep on movin’…
Ho ho...
Ho ho…
Flammlachs...
Flammlachs…

“FROMAGE!”

 

LeipzigerWeihnachtsmarkt
As we walked through the Market

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