Nancy in London 2014
Ever since I can remember, I’ve wanted to spend Christmas in London. I blame Charles Dickens. He’s the one who filled my head with images of snowy lanes, roaring fires, and Tiny Tim peering through a frosty shop window. It was one of those dreams I never thought would come true, yet here I am at last, in London at Christmastime.
It’s not exactly the way Dickens described. There’s no snow, for one thing, and my hotel room is notably lacking in roaring fires. The magic is still here, though, if you know where to look.
I hope my feeble photos will convey one tenth of the beauty of London at Christmas. This page is a work in progress that will be finished when I come home again. I hope you enjoy a glimpse of my dream-come-true.
Merry Christmas to you and yours from me and Reg and all of your friends in Finch. God bless Us, Every One!
It’s not exactly the way Dickens described. There’s no snow, for one thing, and my hotel room is notably lacking in roaring fires. The magic is still here, though, if you know where to look.
I hope my feeble photos will convey one tenth of the beauty of London at Christmas. This page is a work in progress that will be finished when I come home again. I hope you enjoy a glimpse of my dream-come-true.
Merry Christmas to you and yours from me and Reg and all of your friends in Finch. God bless Us, Every One!
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