December 7, 2012
The snow had been falling heavily, and she feared the market would be canceled. Yet that morning the sky cleared, and men of Gdańsk opened the way lazily so a narrow, winding path revealed the stone street. Large prints of century-old lithographs rose above the snowbanks: rosy-cheeked children sledding, smiling angels watching Santa deliver toys. Young girls huddled in the bread booths, head scarves too lightweight to repel the cold. Finally she found the small gazebo, its white lights blinking, covered in large paper hearts that read, “Here lovers may kiss, and some protest.” And she waited there all night.