I adore this time of year. I start my countdown in September. As soon as the Christmas Markets hit town, Manchester becomes a little bit magical. The air smells like cinnamon, everyone is wrapped up warm and nobody cares about the cold, there is a log cabin serving mulled wine on every corner. Everyone seems happy and content to be braving the weather, whatever it may be.
The french markets on King Street are my favourite. You perch yourself on a stool, mulled wine in hand and I swear that for that short moment you could be in Paris.
We made our way to the German Markets in Albert Square
After spending what felt like hours exploring the beautiful stalls and sampling as many different foods as we could, we made our way to my favourite German beer house. Any Mancunian worth his soul knows which particular one I am talking about. Perched just off St Anne’s Square (directly opposite my favourite Shop Zara) is the best German beer house of the entire market.
Couples cuddle up by the fire, friends gather around tall tables and men stand with a beer firmly in hand. It has the most amazing, festive atmosphere.
As we left, the sun had set and Manchester had become even more magical. The rows of wooden cabins twinkled and the crowds were not yet ready for home.
If you are looking for a festive, fun, food and wine filled day out, head the the Christmas markets (Not that you can miss them).
Wrap up warm, grab a group of friends & make sure you have an empty belly.
I promise you wont regret it.