WHEN IT SNOWS IN LONDON

When it snows in London, you go to Hyde Park. It is essential that you wear ankle boots with a bit of a heel and no hat. It is also essential that you walk in the wrong direction, realise that, turn into a different one and after another twenty minutes find out that it is still not where you wanted to be. You leave the park to walk on the road next to it and arrive safely at Buckingham Palace. It does not matter you've just spent two hours rummaging around Hyde Park to get to the Palace even though you didn't really want to see it in the first place.
I mean, what is so special about it? It's one of the tourist attractions I honestly don't get. Forgive me for saying so, but I think it's boring. It really is. Oh and I don't much like Shakespeare, I thought I may as well throw it out there now that I'm disrespecting one of the great British monuments.

It's all good though, because you capture people stretching next to the great statue of... someone (forgive my ignorance), and because later you find a very good eatery at Piccadilly Circus. It's called Whole Food (or Foods?) and it's reasonably priced. They have a hot counter and you eat the best chicken thighs in the best sauce you've had for some time. Then, you find the closest Starbucks and hide inside there for a while, stealing all the warmth.

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