Christmas in November
Arriving in London in the middle of November from Sunny California, I hadn’t expected to be greeted by the Christmas Lights. It just seemed way to early, and I bemoaned their early arrival with the cabbie who was delivering me from Euston Station to my hotel on Jermyn Street.
London cabbies are great
During our journey, we had a lengthy conversation about the European economy and, of course, the weather. Both British stables of any parlor conversation.
I always look forward to my London-arrival black cab rides. It’s a great way to ease myself back into the familiarity of my old stomping ground, and to see if I can pass for a local — after all these years in the States. I usually get sussed!
Most cabbies are adept at recognizing a regional accent at 20 paces. This particular driver picked up my hybrid Home Counties accent tinged with American terminology, peppered with a twang of Manc’ (thanks to Red, who’s Manchester born and bred).
Between heated discussions around the economy, and listening to glowing reports of the mild winter, I only managed brief glimpses of the lights as we shot across Oxford Street and headed down Regent Street, but it was long enough for my bah-humbug dismissal of this year’s Christmas Lights to be replaced with childhood wonder and appreciation.
It’s amazing how a few million twinkly lights can put you in the festive mood, and I knew that no matter how short and frantic my quick trip to the City was going to be, I needed to make time to let these lights shine on my parade down memory lane.
Oh! London is so beautiful during christmas with all its lights and decorations. But then again, what city isn’t beautiful when its filled with christmas ornaments?
Oh what beautiful Christmas lights! It sounds like a fun trip and a great chat with the cabby. I can’t wait to get to London one of these days. Soon, I hope.