In which Tobo becomes a Christmas market for one Saturday afternoon, yaay! The only indoor venue (or possibly the only one I discovered?) was our main hall, which was full of handcraft sorts of vendors, mostly — jewelers, knitters, weavers, a glassblower,… And then from here, the booth space continued around our grounds, down the cute little road toward the ironworks factory, and within the factory grounds. Everyone brought their kids and their dogs, and seemed to be having a fun day of it. I’d been wondering whether I should try to get to a julmarknad I knew about farther away, so I was pleasantly surprised to have one was delivered right to my doorstep.
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