. . . posts on faith and life
The day after Christmas my mother, Lillian, and I went out to see the sights at the Christmas Market at Old Town Square while Eloise was taking her afternoon nap. We treated ourselves to these traditional christmas market goodies. They are hollowed out pastries sprinkled with cinnamon, sugar, and other yummy things.
We had a wonderful time together seeing Old Town and walking across the Charles Bridge. Snow from the previous night left a beautiful blanket over the city. Does a “White Day After Christmas” count?