Some make pilgrimages to find the first orange leaf of fall. But I am in search of December. North Pole workshops could be gearing up at this very moment. But that is secret stuff. Since I can't get a visitor's pass there, I've got a different plan.
Strolling through the Holiday Market in Union Square, with its soft light and scent of cinnamon, takes me back to winters spent in Bavaria, and many a cold evening spent at the glittery christkindlesmarkts in Munich and Nuremberg.