In my experience, if I try to do some form of grand summing up of an event with lots of bits, I get bored partway through.
So let’s not do that.

Instead, let’s talk Christmas Markets.

This is the one in Leicester Square, which I visited while wandering around on Christmas Eve, and where I got some of this;

Raclette. The long stringy bits are cheese-rind, which I can take or leave, though I’d prefer to leave it.

I wound up in Leicester Square because I was wandering in search of misc. Christmassy stuff, and found it.
But that’s not what this post is about.

Nor is it really about this other market, which is not a Christmas Market, except for the fact that it’s happening at Christmas.

Nope, this is about the Greenwich Christmas Market, which looks like a set from Doctor Who.

Tree Infestation Contained: Warning Lights Set.

Revelers Detected: Prepare For Kringle Deployment

This will be our most sanitary Christmas ever!

The whole place looked like this.
Identical metal vendor booths, most of them padlocked shut, swaths of that white flooring stuff, and anything remotely natural or Christmassy hemmed in and safely corralled.

I wondered when the Santa-Bots from … at least one Doctor Who Christmas Special? … would be deployed.

I didn’t manage to get a picture of the two … well, I’m assuming they were Santa’s Helpers, based on their position on the path leading to Santa’s Grotto, but the khaki trousers and red berets made them look less traditionally festive and more We Are Redistributing The Gifts To The People Based On Need, Not The Arbitrary Bourgeois Notions Of Goodness, Comrade.

That said, there were Traditional Christmas Churros, so, it wasn’t all bad.
Just odd.