A couple of hours later, Buckingham’s front has been deserted. It feels more like an everyday place.

So you can walk around and enjoy the gardens with the famous English grey weather. At least, it’s not raining yet.

You enjoy the squirrels and all those different ducks and gooses you barely meet in French parcs.

You take time to enjoy those magical colors of winter.

Who ever said winter is only grey, back and white has now been proven wrong.

And you keep walking around, admiring this architectural style so much different from Paris’ style. All those bricks feel much warmer than all our cut stones. And you notice all sorts of differences like how cosy you feel in a English pub : no waiter to annoy you while your talking with some friends, whenever you need something there’s always someone for you at the counter… so easy!