Ah, Christmas time. Snowflakes gently falling as you wander down Piccadilly, stopping by Hatchards to browse through the latest book releases, before admiring the Christmas windows at Fortnum & Masons and going inside to get their mincepies as a special Christmas treat.
Umbrella up to protect yourself from the snow that transforms into sleet as soon as it hits street-level, all attention focused on dodging muddy puddles on the pavement, your left foot soaking wet and freezing from that puddle you didn’t see in time, and oh my, the queues. Everywhere.
It was pretty, though.