This is not my usual blogging things three months old...London, on Sunday the 6th of April, woke up in the snow - for those [un]lucky enough to have cheap blinds hanging at their windows, otherwise you might have just been surprised at the snow on your car's window screen.
And I discovered telegraph hill, a stroll in the park where I discovered some more of London's scattered pieces of a childhood box long gone.
Somewhere between spring and snow.
'Tis but a hard time to come to understandings with the weather-lords of our generation.
Yes indeed.
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Is that snowman going to walk and fly like the one in the film of your chilhood that you watched with your welsh grandma, your two sisters, your dad and me : happy memories !!
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