Bristol's Christmas Market from Friday 10th November - Sunday 24th December 2017
Posted on: 11 Oct 2017Ho! Ho! Ho! Yep, it's almost that time of year again - and, as reliable as ever, the Christmas Market will be rolling into Bristol from Friday 10th November right up until Christmas Eve on Sunday 24th December 2017.
We know, we know. How quickly the year passes so brazenly by. It seems only a week ago we were all locking arms for a mildly inebriated rendition of Auld Lang Syne and planning enthusiastically for those high-hoped but invariably doomed-to-fail intentions of cutting back on unhealthy food, booze, cigarettes and those marvelous vices that - let's face it - make up life in all its self-indulgent, sybaritic glory.
But I digress - the Christmas Market is indeed returning to the pedestrianised area of Broadmead in Bristol's Shopping Quarter. And what, as per usual, a splendid array of tempting delights they have once again in store for us fired-up Christmas punters.
Crimbo tunes will prove the soundtrack and a beguilingly magical atmosphere will enshroud the centre in its pre-Crimbo glow, as over 40 wooden chalet-style stalls will be dotted around with enthusiastic merchants selling their wares. Expect, then, the usual festive smorgasbord of genuine homemade gifts and trinkets, a delicious array of authentic German food and drink and - a new addition to this year's attractions - the Jägerbarn bar and beer garden.
In the run-up to Christmas, the centre of the city really will become a tinsel town crammed with amazing gift ideas, lashings of fine German beer and an eye-popping cornucopia of prodigious German sausages.
To get yourself in the festive spirit and find out more, head here.
Bristol's Christmas Market takes place at Broadmead, Bristol, BS1 1UX
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Jamie is a writer, blogger, journalist, critic, film fan, soundtrack nerd and all-round Bristolian good egg. He loves the music of Philip Glass, the art of Salvador Dali, the writings of Charles Bukowksi and Hunter S Thompson, the irreverence of Harry Hill, and the timeless, straw-chomping exuberance of The Wurzels. You can sometimes find him railing against a surging tide of passing cyclists, or gorging himself senseless on the Oriental delights of a Cosmos all-you-can-eat buffet.
