Good day my lovelies. Welcome. I'm delighted to see you.
When I was young and foolish (now I'm simply foolish :o)), I traveled in Europe and latterly lived in London. All in all, much to my parents chagrin, I was away from Canada for three years. I fell in love with London Town and knew it like the back of my hand. So in love with the cultural aspects London offered, I lived for the theatre, ballet, and every other venue I could find. I came back to Canada and immediately went into culture shock. Some of my very best friends are those women I lived with at that time.
It didn't snow often, however when it did, somehow it seemed magical. I think that has something to do with the being young. I do, however, remember winters sort of like this. A very quick art journal sketch which I am linking to Art Journal Journey.
Thanks so much for dropping in and thank you for all your lovely comments. I really delight in them. Take care, and remember to enjoy the moment.
“My Dad says that being a Londoner has nothing to do with where you're born. He says that there are people who get off a jumbo jet at Heathrow, go through immigration waving any kind of passport, hop on the tube and by the time the train's pulled into Piccadilly Circus they've become a Londoner.”
~ Ben Aaronovitch, Moon Over Soho