From your past posts I know you to be serious in your intent on the forum so, while with others I would presume differently, with you I presume it’s a heart felt legitimate question.
I gave you some videos in hopes that the image would convey enough. But, okay, deeper we go.
I am thinking out loud a bit so let’s hope that this is coherent when I am done. I guess holiday interactions fall into two widely overlapping categories for me. First, just raw enjoyment and second, that of learning. So, I don’t sound academic, let me put that another way, “feeding the curiosity”.
The enjoyment of the markets is the music that reminds me of childhood, the food that often does as well if not in type then in manner of presentation. Our markets here are heavily local crafts and local arts. All my life my professions was functional art, so the crafts and how they are created and how the serve I find fascinating and enjoyable.
That takes me to the feeding of curiosity. That is cultural similarities and differences. That creates even more questions that I love to find answers to. Why markets in Budapest? After the Ottomans were driven out, the country needed to repopulated and the Germans came in droves. Until 1900 more or less, the nobility spoke German and much of education and government was conducted in German. Until WWII the city had German neighborhoods, Afterall the country was part of the Austo-Hungarian Empire. Apparently their first market was about 1860 and the first public Christmas Tree about 1820.
Okay, well none of that was a reason to come, or?? BUT, to walk in a cultural expression and try to understand it or its roots is fascinating for me. To be elbow to elbow with the local population and to watch their children on the little train in the square … that’s worth it. I like the memories it brings back of my childhood. Not so much the exact same activities but the same feelings of the holiday. I had a great childhood in that regard and memories of it are always welcome.
I like an excuse to (yes sad that I need an “excuse”) to talk to the big guy upstairs and its one of my maybe 6 trips to a house of worship a year. The communion with the locals in the church is again a nice reminder that none of us are much different from each other. I have done this here, London, Rome, Kyiv and Moscow. Those are some of the best moments of any holiday.
Remember I started with I was thinking out loud. So, the realization is that I don’t like the markets. I like the Season and what it does to us, and the markets are just one cog in the wheel.