The embarrassies of the Christmas market Mon friend, which takes me with bitterness, but he is doing well to go to the empty village of Willer-sur-Thur. It is at the foot of the Vosges a small hamlet, and there is nothing really more pleasant in the season than the sweet forest with humus and fir trees. I prefer for me the plain campaign, the brownfield fields. Because it is patelin so paumen, so sorry hole, which is even better than a city where the guirlands are always shiny and split and pa...