London, England -- When it snows in London, it’s a magical time. Last night it became more Switzerland than the city by the Thames. Any street or park that has even the minutest hint of an incline has a sled on it today. And the British are actually talking to one another in the street, even if it’s just to say ‘Oooch it’s cold today, but rather lovely’. ‘Lovely’ is a superlative for a Brit – it shows they are really happy. I can hear shrieks of delight coming from the kids in my street. I’ve taken some pictures in my neighbourhood which I think will make some of you hardy North Americans smile. I can almost hear you chuckling ‘Snow – you call that snow? Why that’s a mere dusting of icing sugar on a strudel!’ That may be so, but it’s enough to shake off the mundane and steer even the most hardened Londoner into memories of childhood and stories of winter wonderlands. We were issued a level 3 weather warning (we only have 4) for this. I can hear another wallop of laughter from across the pond.

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