Dog Days and Christmas Markets

Mufasa had a hard day; he had to have a bath. After such tumult and trial, there's nothing like curling up with someone you love. In his case, that's Wilbur. Wilbur's a little worse for all Mufasa's good lovin'. He no longer has a tail. Or a nose.

On a completely different note, last Saturday I was in the Zurich train station. There was a Christmas market. How did I live in Europe through an entire Christmas season last year and not hear a word about the Christmas markets? It was beautiful... and all the tradtional trappings were there: the steaming wines and handmade gifts, hot sausages and roasting chestnuts. Am meeting Stefan in Munich this weekend. Does it get better than that at Christmas?


All my pictures are blurry lately -- I hope it's just because I need batteries...