Spent the morning on a train from Strasbourg, where I was this weekend for the Christmas Market. It was freezing, beautiful, and full of hot spiced wine and beignets and hearty Franco-German ales. In the picture above I am sitting in a chocolaterie/bistro where I ate the most scrumpshuss eggs (sunnyside up, lovely yellow, done in a paprika butter with brown sugar) and drank rich chocolate. The train ride back today was arguably just as nice as the trip itself, because it had snowed over the weekend and we drove through miles and miles of snowy French countryside. There is nothing I like better than a train.
12 days ’til Christmas!
Sufjan Stevens – Once In Royal David’s City