Seven nights in London in the season of lights, then three in Vienna for the markets, the Punsch and the opera. The page begins inside Fortnum & Mason and turns Viennese on the morning we fly, as we do.
Saturday 21 November to Saturday 28 November · seven nights · the week Fortnum's clock chimes in Christmas
We land at twenty past nine on the Saturday night with the lights already on: Carnaby since the 4th, Regent Street since the 5th, Covent Garden since the 12th, Winter Wonderland open two days before us, and the Old Vic's A Christmas Carol in its tenth season. London is at full glow the whole week, and the shops are dressed.
Land 9:20 PM. The Elizabeth line or a cab to the hotel, and one warm glass somewhere within a walk of the door before bed.
Breakfast at Donutelier on Charing Cross Road, the bells and baubles in the Market Building, the tree in the West Piazza, then Seven Dials up to Carnaby's lights and Regent Street at dusk. Dinner at Dishoom Carnaby, round the corner on Kingly Street.
Fortnum's from ten: the clock, the hampers, the tea counter and the Christmas floors; Burlington Arcade and Jermyn Street after. Afternoon tea at the Wolseley, three doors along at 160 Piccadilly, under its black and gold, from three. The evening at the Old Vic, A Christmas Carol at half past seven, the last preview night.
Big Ben and the Abbey, the Southbank Winter Market along the Queen's Walk, then out to Kew for the light trail, timed from 4:20 PM. Nov 24 is an off-peak date, £29.50 each; Kew is closed on the 23rd and 28th.
Borough Market from ten, a Wednesday, when the whole market trades: lunch from the stalls under the railway arches, a crème brûlée doughnut if Bread Ahead is still at its stall. Tower Bridge, Winter by the River at London Bridge City, Spitalfields' stalls in the afternoon. Then west to Portobello Road for a film at the Electric Cinema, in a leather armchair with a footstool, or a bed in the front row, with supper at the Electric Diner next door. The programme is posted nearer the time.
The shopping day: Selfridges' windows and John Lewis on Oxford Street, Liberty under its timbers, then down Regent Street to Hamleys, the magical toy store, seven floors of it dressed for Christmas, open till nine. Winter Wonderland by a booked arrival hour, last entry 9:30 PM. Dinner at Dishoom Covent Garden, the first of them, on Upper St Martin's Lane.
The Harrods windows and Knightsbridge in the morning, the last of the shopping. The evening on Kensington High Street: an hour at Equinox Kensington at No. 99, then Dishoom Kensington next door in the Barkers building on Derry Street, the third Dishoom of the week. Back to pack. The Trafalgar Square tree is lit on Dec 3, after we have gone, so we see it standing dark.
A morning departure from Heathrow, to land with the afternoon free for the first Punsch and Meinl before it closes at six.
81 shows: every Christmas show on our six London nights, Sunday to Friday, from the Old Vic to the pantos, the Snowman and the carols, and what else is on that week, with dates, prices and the box office's own link.
The Christmas shop, the hampers, the tea counter under the eau de nil tins, the clock whose two gentlemen bow to each other on the hour, and tea upstairs. The first of the shopping, and most of it.
Liberty under its timbers, Burlington Arcade and Jermyn Street, the high street at Oxford Circus and Hamleys at the foot of Regent Street, the windows at Harrods and Selfridges, Covent Garden's Market Building, the Southbank chalets for the small things.
The grand café three doors from Fortnum's, all black lacquer, gold and arches: the tiered stand, the scones, a glass of Pommery if it is a celebration. Monday at three, between the shop and the show.
London's oldest working picture house: leather armchairs with footstools and side tables, sofas at the back, six beds in the front row, cocktails to the seat. Wednesday's film, whichever is playing; the programme comes a few weeks ahead.
The magical toy store, seven floors of demonstrators and bears, dressed for Christmas since early November. Selfridges' windows and John Lewis on Oxford Street, Liberty, then Regent Street's curve of lights down to its doors.
An hour at Equinox Kensington on the Friday evening, then the chai and the bacon naan at the Dishoom next door, the third of the week: the Bombay café in the old Barkers department store.
Jack Thorne's Dickens, the tenth season, with the mince pies handed round before the lights go down. Our Monday is the last preview, at 7:30; Wednesday, Thursday and Friday are at 7, with a Thursday matinee at 2. Nothing on the Sunday or the Tuesday. Checked in the Old Vic's own booking calendar on Oct 25.
The big wheel, the markets and the Bavarian village. Book the arrival hour; prices are lower before 23:59 the day before.
Roladin's doughnuts on the edge of Covent Garden, open from 8:30, and three Dishooms for three dinners, Carnaby, Covent Garden and Kensington: the bacon naan at breakfast is the other reason to go back.
A mile of light through the gardens and the Palm House. Timeslots from 4:20 PM; our Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday are off-peak at £29.50.
The Theatre of Christmas under Covent Garden's glass, the Spirits above Regent Street, Carnaby's own show round the corner. Walk them after dark, from Piccadilly up.
Chalets along the Queen's Walk under the Eye, mulled wine by the river on the Tuesday; Winter by the River at London Bridge City and Spitalfields on the Wednesday.
London's oldest food market, under the railway arches by Southwark Cathedral: oysters, raclette, the cheese counters, mulled wine by the cup, lunch from whichever stall has the queue. Wednesday is a full trading day.
A morning flight, two hours and a little. The page changes dress as you scroll through it: eau de nil to crimson, the holly to a stave of music, Fortnum's to Meinl's.
Saturday 28 November to Tuesday 1 December · three nights · the first Sunday of Advent among them · Mozart on the stave and Meinl on the Graben
Every one of the great markets is open the whole of our three days, the Staatsoper plays Ariadne the night we land and Luisa Miller on the Monday, the museums are open daily through the season, and the first Sunday of Advent falls on our Sunday: Mass at the Hofburgkapelle at a quarter past nine, sung this Sunday by the Wiener Chormädchen, the Hofmusikkapelle's girls' choir, with the men of the Staatsoper chorus.
Land early afternoon, the CAT into town. Julius Meinl am Graben first, since it shuts at six on Saturday and all day Sunday: Mozartkugeln, coffee, the Christmas floor. Then the Weihnachtsdorf under the cathedral's roof as dusk comes, Am Hof and the Freyung a few streets north, the first Punsch and the mug kept. Ariadne auf Naxos at the Staatsoper at 7 if we are awake enough.
Mass on the first Sunday of Advent, Hassler's Missa secunda sung by the Wiener Chormädchen, the girls' choir, with the men of the Staatsoper chorus. Then Café Central, the Christkindlmarkt am Rathausplatz in daylight and again when the tree is lit, the Eistraum rink beside it. Tafelspitz at Plachutta or the schnitzel at Figlmüller; Spittelberg's lanes in the evening, open till 9:30.
The Kunsthistorisches Museum is open daily through the season: Bruegel, the Kunstkammer, the café under the dome. The Belvedere for the Kiss, or the Albertina. Schönbrunn's market in the afternoon, Art Advent at the Karlsplatz at dusk, Sachertorte at Demel or Sacher, and Luisa Miller at the Staatsoper at 7.
UA 9842 at 10:40 AM, operated by Austrian; the CAT from Wien Mitte to the airport by 8. Land Newark at 2:15 PM the same afternoon, with the Kugeln in the bag.
59 performances: every opera, ballet and concert on our three Vienna nights, from the Staatsoper and the Volksoper to the Musikverein and the Konzerthaus, the Advent concerts and the Mass at the Hofburgkapelle, with times and the box office's own link.
The great one: the tree before the Rathaus, the lanterns in the park, the Eistraum rink. Punsch in the mug with the year on it; Maroni from the brazier.
The Christmas shopping, Vienna's side: Mozartkugeln and coffee at Meinl, the Kohlmarkt's windows, a slice of Sachertorte, Manner wafers for the bag. Saturday afternoon or Monday; never Sunday.
Strauss on the night we land, or Verdi on the Monday; nothing is listed for the Sunday. Standing room goes on sale the day of, seats in advance.
Bruegel and the Kunstkammer under the dome, Klimt's Kiss at the Upper Belvedere, Dürer's hare at the Albertina. Monday is the museums' day; the Leopold closes on Tuesdays, which we are spared.
The market before the yellow palace; the village under the cathedral; craft under the Karlskirche's dome, food till nine; the Biedermeier lanes behind the MuseumsQuartier where the Viennese go.
Tafelspitz with its broth and apple horseradish, a schnitzel wider than the plate, Kaiserschmarrn, Maroni, and at the stalls Glühwein, Punsch in its many kinds and Lebkuchen by the heart.
The first Sunday of Advent. This Sunday it is the Wiener Chormädchen, the Hofmusikkapelle's girls' choir, with the men of the Staatsoper chorus and the Choralschola, singing Hassler's Missa secunda; the Boys' Choir has the Sundays either side. Tickets through Culturall, the Hofmusikkapelle's own box office; seats go, so this is the first thing to book.