Belfast City Hall does Christmas well, and the Continental Market, with it's wrapped-up night-time throng and it's bustle, it's irresistably seasonal scents of cinnamon and mulled wine, is an annual heart-warmer to which we always take Lynn's mum when we collect her from the airport. My only advice: unless your stomach is up to twenty-seven courses from every corner of Europe, on the hoof, sweet and savoury by turns, eat before you go.
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