After the nose and throat swab, we chilled back at the apartment for a brief time before heading to the other Christmas market in Basel, the Munsterplatz, at the square by the Minster.
Thought for the day -- why isn't it called the Minsterplatz? Or the MunsterMinsterplatz?
I'm back with you.
A difference between the French and the Swiss is that when we had to show our vaccine passport to get into the markets in Strasbourg, everyone was masked. In Basel, even the security guy checking our vaccine passport wasn't masked. Neither were many of the people in the market.
Anyhow, it was a nice market, but, like the other one, not very large, especially compared to Strasbourg, or to Vienna and Munich (is hearkening back to 2019 telling "tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago?").
So after we buzzed through that market, we decided to go back to Barfusserplatz, especially since it was between us and our dinner reservations. We each bought something at the different markets. I bought a gnome that I liked, and wondered aloud if you are in habit of naming your gnomes, is that gnomenclature? I liked it enough that I tweeted it, but didn't get much reaction on Twitter. Sigh.
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