You just don't know for how long it will stay.
And because I am not entirely used to seeing a city painted in such perfect white - every inch -, I celebrate its arrival with an warm enthusiasm that some locals might interpret as winter madness. (I just keep starring at the white blanket that seems to cover the sky).
And those majestic trees that stand so perfectly silver-sprayed they almost look photoshopped.
So I went for a walk at the Palace park. Here is a photo and you can tell: this is not Buckingham... You can almost get to the door and go in! There are no fences.
