Christmas trees (sapins de Noël) have taken over the prime real estate at the flower shops on Rue Cler. These particular beauties claim to come from Norway, and will cost you a pretty penny or two. Although we didn't buy a real one this year, our allergy-free and apartment-sized artificial Christmas tree is up and shining, decorated with a few more ornaments from our travels this past year. The best part of this picture is obviously the handsome guy sitting next to it, my best gift ever. Motorcycle Santa has been spotted on the streets of Paris, attempting to spread Christmas cheer to frosty Parisians stuck in rush hour traffic. Results are inconclusive. And last but not least... fire wine!
For the third year in a row, we have partaken in the most excellent German tradition of lighting a rum-soaked sugar cone on fire and allowing it to drip sweet alcoholic goodness into hot mulled wine below (in German called Feuerzangenbowle). It is really as amazing as it sounds. While I could not partake this year, the smell was almost enough to bring back the memory of last year's cup(s) of fire wine. And combined with a successful gift exchange and lots of laughter with good friends, the evening was an excellent way to officially launch the Christmas season!
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