Weather: with chilly temperatures and steady flakes, and a moderate breeze
The temperature has improved considerably as you have descended further still in to the city of Bozen. The city is enormous, with thousands of buildings literally filling the valley as it spreads out from the circle of mountains to the north. It is an intense, highly cosmopolitan city, comparable in size to most everywhere the party has been - except that Andrej has seen Frankfurt, and that is truly gigantic.
Nowhere in Italy is Christmas celebrated on a greater scale than in Bolzano. The German population has lit candles everywhere, so that an unfathomed glow has wrapped the city in it bosom, making it almost as if it where day. The glow is visible for miles off, but this does not truly impress until the city itself is viewed.
Maximilian points out the rich houses upon the distant slopes to the right, reaching into the hill known as Rentsch. The poor live in the lowlands stretching out to the left, an area known as Fago, and above it the health resort taking advantage of natural springs, called the Gries.
Inside the town there is a fair ongoing - and I'm afraid I failed to send a list of goods last night, so take it for granted you can shop to your heart's content on Christmas day (the town is NOT closed).
The Inn, which as I say Maximillian can lead you to, has all your goods, and has been instructed to give you space in the common room - which will cost you 10 c.p. each, per night. There's no private lodging anywhere in the city, probably not until the night after Christmas.
There's plenty of lager at 12 c.p. a glass, roast beef at 16 s.p. for 20 oz., loaves of bread for 3 c.p. and whole chickens for 6 s.p. There are even single oysters for 11 s.p. Fresh trout will cost 2 g.p. and a fresh mackeral, 3 g.p.
The stable will continue to watch your horses until the morning of the 26th for no charge, but Enrico's warhorse will be 27 c.p. a night for feeding and stabling.
Andrej's reading ability thus far:
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