Over the years, I have carefully cultivated an image of myself as a modern day Scroogette. I eschew the sending of any type of holiday card. I plug my earphones firmly into my ears at the first sign of anything Noel-ish. I would rather skinny dip in molten lava then be caught dead in a mall. Hell, I even used to throw anti-Xmas parties on the 26th of December to celebrate the end of all this ridiculousness. Guests were encouraged to bring desecrated Xmas icons and there was many an ice-picked Frosty and creatively mutilated Santa to show for it.
Yet, even with my distate for all things Xmas-y, I saw no reason to skip Bucharest's tree lighting ceremony. It kicked off the start of their xmas market, which like most European xmas markets, has a certain old timey charm to it. There are always arts and crafts to be purchased, dangerously unhealthy and delicious fair foods to be sampled and the steady flow of hot spiced wines to be imbibed.